Page 149 of The Champion
This was turning out badly. “I haven’t been faking it.” Irepeated trying to buy some more time to think of a better lie.
“Did I do something wrong? Is it me?”
“You didn’t do anything wrong.” I said pulling up thesheets. “I just...have a headache.”
Nice one Sway. Real fucking original.
He didn’t acknowledge more poor excuse.
“I’ve always been able to please you.” He mused. “Atleast I thought I was.” He started to mutter. “Maybe I’ve lost my touch.Ohmy god...I’ve lost it. I turnedthirty and I’ve lost it!”
“Jameson, it wasn’t you.” I climbed off the bed a movedto sit next to him on the floor now. “Let’s try again.”
He looked at me with a shocked expression and pointedtoward his now soft camshaft. “Do you honestly think I’m ready to go again? Ithink I need Viagra?” he said the last part almost like a question though I’msure it wasn’t meant to be one.
“This is getting ridiculous.” I grabbed his face betweenmy hands. “It. wasn’t. you.”
He was about to say something else when his phone rang.He sat there glaring at me, actually glaring at me over this before getting upto answer the phone.
“Yeah...no...because I don’t want to...no, you do it...leaveme alone...all right fine, bye.” Heslammed his phone shut. “Fucking Spencer,” he grumbled.
“Who was that?”
“Spencer,” he replied pulling his shirt over hisshoulders without looking at me, he made his way toward the door. “I’ll be backlater.”
“Where are you going?” I asked timidly.
“To the shop,”
“It’s nearly midnight.”
“They’re loading the cars for Knoxville and noticedCody’s was leaking oil. We must have cracked the cover when we changed gears.”
“Oh...”
He was about to walk out the door, but slammed his fistinto the wall and came back over to me. He bent down close to my face andkissed me. “We’ll talk about this when I get back.”
“About what?”
“My performance,” He shook his head. “I can’t believe Ilost it.”
“I’m going to tell you again asshole, that wasn’t your fault.”
“We’ll still talk.”
Shaking my head at my crazy husband, I curled up and wasasleep a few moments later. It was late by the time returned but in themorning, at breakfast, he felt the need to discuss it further.
“About last night,” he looked up at me as he ate a sliceof bacon. “That’s never happened to me before.”
“Daddy, can you put the head back on my Barbie?” Arieasked him shoving her Barbie next to his pancakes. He did and she skipped offto the living room where the boys were watching cartoons.
“We don’t have to talk about this.”
I couldn’t think of any more lies to tell him and Ireally didn’t want to tell him the truth. It was stupid. I was just tired, feltold, and I found a stretch mark yesterday. It was so retarded that I figuredhe’d just laugh butclearly, he was over-thinking it.
“Oh yes we do.” He insisted setting his bacon down. “Yousay it wasn’t me so what the fuck was it?”
“It was me...” Isighed.
