Page 143 of The Champion
“So Emma,” I kicked her shin when she fell asleep besideme. “Was this your idea of a good time?”
“Actually,” she burst into tears. “No.”
Oh Emma. She was just Emma. Wanted the best and ended indisaster every time. Look at her kids. Perfect example right there.
Tommy perked up. “Hey look, it’s Jameson.”
We all looked over to my husband leaning against the cellwith a smirk. I burst out laughing at his appearance. The girls had gotten ahold of him, braided his hair, put eye shadow and lipstick on him and managedto paint his eyelashes and fingernails. He belonged in here with us.
He smiled at me. I frowned.
He laughed. I stuck my tongue out. It was like a gameuntil the officer came to release us.
It took a pretty penny to get us out and Tommy said he’dpay Jameson back.
“Goddamn right you’re paying me back. And you can helpexplain this to reporters when they ask why my wifeandmother werearrested.” Jameson, though amused, wasn’t pleased by this.
Tommy agreed and Nancy looked at me and Alley standingagainst the wall outside the jail looking like we’d been ganged raped.
“You mean to tell me I got a tattoo?” Nancy’s face was somewherebetween complete mortification and humiliation that her son knew what happened.
Tommy put his arm around Nancy. “We outta party moreoften.”
“No,” Jameson shoved Tommy away from his mom. “Keep it upand you’ll be finding yourself another job.”
That shut Tommy up.
Like I said before, going out together never ended welland it didn’t that night. I knew Emma and all of us needed to let off somesteam and getting arrested wasn’t exactly planned but the funny thing was itwas all laughable after you got over the shock of it all.
On the way up to the suite, Jameson and I stood in theelevator in silence when an older couple on their way to breakfast steppedinside. Though I still looked very gang rapped, my husband appearance was farmore laughable.
Through snorts and gasping, they contained themselves andexited a few floors before ours but what really set me into fit of giggles wasthe group of college girls we passed on the way to our suite who stared Jamesondown.
“So many judging looks coming your way.” I whispered hisdirection only to have him trip me.
The groups of girls snickered at me.
“Now who’s judging who?”
I glared picking myself up from the floor. It was my onlyredeemable response. I had nothing left in me after that night.
19.Air Wrench – Sway
Air Wrench – Thistool uses compressed air to quickly remove wheel nuts on contact. A crew memberproficient with the air wrench can save a team valuable seconds on a pit stop.It can also be called an air gun or impact gun.
After being arrested, we kept things low as the seasonwas getting intense but so was the interest in my relationship with Jameson.I’m not sure why, but everyone wanted to challenge. It was like nowadays peopledidn’t believe in a lasting relationship that had stress and obstacles in itsway. Well I did and I damn sure wasn’t about to let anyone threaten it.
One night after the race in Bristol, I was walking backto the motor coach to meet up with Jameson and then we were heading to Elma fora couple days. I got half way there and realized I’d forgotten Casten’s stuffedmonkey in the hauler so Van ran back to get it for me. I stood waiting for himwhen Rusty, a Nationwide driver approached me.
Rusty was about twenty-three or so and had a knack withthe ladies. He thought, and I would argue this, that he was god’s gift towomen. He had no idea the man I had in my bed every night was by far the best.
So standing there in the darkness of the paddock waitingon Van, Rusty came up.
“What are you doing out here all alone?” he askedstepping from his golf cart.
“Oh, well I forgot something in the hauler and Van wentto get it.”
“So Van, he’s like your body guard?”
