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All that ended around three in the morning the next daywhen I felt better.
I woke him up with a little micro polishing and finishedwith some of the best press forging we’ve ever done.
Jameson sighed against my shoulder, his breathing harsh.
“Jesus Christ, I think I pulled a muscle.”
Laughing, I rolled over on him again. “So that’s anoon round two.”
“I’ll try but damn, turning forty has really done anumber on me. And I thought thirty was bad.”
“Just imagine when we turn fifty.”
“Oh dear god, don’t remind me.”
We laid in comfortable silence before he turned towardme, his fingers running over my lips. “I was good at the “woo”once upona time.”
“You still are.” I whispered against his lips. “It’s beenone hell of a fairytale.”
And that it had been. That weekend we celebrated ourseventeenth wedding anniversary and as always, Jameson showed me just as muchlove and woo as he did the first year of our marriage along with lots of pressforging, deburring, reciprocating motions, piston stroking and some alignboring. It was a good time as always.
Returning home, Jameson was stressed and Speedweek wasjust around the corner.
As we’re sitting in the kitchen at Jimi and Nancy’s houseone morning before he left for Daytona, I tried to distract him.
“I think dyno testing cures all. What are your thoughts?”
I couldn’t help but smile as my husband’s head shot upfrom his phone. “Are you wanting to do a little micro polishing right now? Inmy parent’s kitchen?” he asked with a smirk.
“Wouldn’t be the first time, would it. Will it make youhappy?”
“Fuck yeah it would make me happy but I’d still have allthis shit on my mind.”
“What are you guys talking about?” asked Nancy as shewalked into the kitchen holding Logan’s newborn daughter, Madison. Hard tobelieve the Lucifer twins were of reproducing age.
“I offered to micro polish Jameson’s camshaft to reducethe friction in his engine.” I admitted without shame to Nancy. Glaring,Jameson kicked me under the table.
“Don’t tell my mom that.” He groaned watching me rub myshin where his foot smacked.
“Oh sweetie,” Nancy looked confused. “Is the engine inyour sprint car running badly?”
So clueless.
“Come on.” Jameson ordered pulling me outside and to thecar. “No more teasing me.”
And just like that, I was showing my dirty heathen a goodtime again.
Regardless of his mood, I knew my husband and always knewhow to make his life a little easier, even if it was just bleeding his pressurevalve at times.
Panhard Bar – Jameson
As I’ve said, Sway had a hard time with the boys gettingolder and becoming adults. When a thirteen-year old Casten came home with hisfirst girlfriend, I, for one, was five hundred dollars richer and Sway was abasket case again. It was similar to when she found out Axel was no longer avirgin.
My own nervous breakdown came when Arie got her firstbroken heart.
Being a father was hard, evidenced by the gray hairs Ikept pulling out. And being a father to a sixteen-year old girl was so muchworse than boys.
I rubbed my forehead, ignoring my ringing phone until Irealized it was Sway. Immediately I picked it up.
