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I guess I am, nowwhat are you wearing?

Something reallysexy...a white tank top and sweat pants! Can’t get much hotter than that rightthere!

I agree. That’spretty fucking hot.

What are youwearing?

Myracing suit.

I’m intrigued. Keeptalking.Icould get used to this sexting tech support.

Really?

Verymuch so.I like a man in uniform.

I have to go...takecare of something now, thanks for that.

I burst out in agiggle. Van smiled, his gaze caught mine in the review mirror.

Need any help?

I will when I seeyou on Wednesday, don’t hurt your other hand...I’m gonna need some assistance.

That I can do.

That’s my line!

Jameson?

Yes?

Go take care of yourproblem.

Yes, honey.

Good luck tonight,win one for me.

Always, listen to iton the radio. I love you!

Love you too!

Snapping a photo ofmyself smiling, I sent it to him with the words:Think of meunderneath it.

His response back was apicture of his hand slipping inside his racing suit and the words:Oh I am!

As promised, welistened to the race on the radio driving through New York. Jameson started onthe pole again. The announcers went on and on about how he seemed to be on somesort of mission, which he was. Jameson was out to prove to me, and the worldthat he could do it. Despite all odds, despite feeling like lapped traffic, hecould win the championship his first season. Honestly, I think he was out toprove to himself that all those sacrifices he felt he was making, were worthit.

Jameson ended upgetting a flat tire half way through the race but that didn’t stop him. He madehis way back through the field in fifty laps and was back to leading.

Like I said, he was ona mission.

And it paid off,because once again, he won. He won at a track that everyone thought he’d haveproblems with since the horrific accident that occurred there.

Van, Emma and I allclapped when they announced Jameson had won.

“Look at this kid! He’sgot it together.” Walter the announcer commented. “This win tonight just puthim in the lead for the championship for the first time in his career.”

They went on to talkmore about him until they spoke with him in victory lane. We laughed at hishumor he used to avoid anything personal but he did send me a hello. “I justhave to say hello to my Sway. I miss you and I’m sorry you’re stuck with mysister, but this win is for you. Emma, if you’re listening. Be nice.” he warnedhis voice stern but entertaining.

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