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"Who you calling?" "Shannon? Oh, hi John. Fine, thanks. Yes I am.. we are. Kilt, of course, as always. Shannon there? Great. ... Shannon? Here, I'm going to put Mina on. She wants to know.." handing the receiver to Mina with his mouth following the mouthpiece, "..if you and I had sex," relinquishing the phone. "Hi Shannon. S'me, Mina. Yes. Yes. That was the question. Uh huh. Uh huh. OK, I'll ask. Shannon wants to know which days, specifically, we are talking about and what you were wearing. It'll jog her memory." Across the room at top volume, "Shannon! Cut that out! " but Mina was laughing and now holding her hand to cover her mouth and the mouthpiece. This was deep girl talk. No men allowed. "Hey. What'r you two cooking up? Hey. This about me? Hey. Mina." But Mina was fallen against the wall in tears with laughter. Now she lapsed with her protective hand and blurted, "Yes. Hung like a horse! " "Who? Who's a horse? Hey. Who'ya talking about?" as Mina pointed her finger his way. "Me? I'm, uh.. I'm.. average.. uh.." was cut off by Mina's assertion, "Shannon's sources say you're hung like a horse. Which is what I heard." "What?" "Rumors. Seems you two are the topic of a rumor rampage," then slam dunking with an I know Latin too, smarty pants, "omni vivum ex ovo... Bye Shannon." But Marcus was in a state of deep preoccupation, reciting aloud, but to himself, "Night, the mother of Hunger, also gave birth to Misery, Envy, Fear, Deceit, Fraud, Obstinacy, Poverty, Want, Fretfulness, Sickness, Old Age, Pallor, Darkness, Sleep,