Page 62 of Black Flag

“Goddamn it Sway!”Jameson shouted crossing two lane of traffic to get into the right lane.“You couldn’t fuckingwait, could you?”

“Nope,” What was funnyto me wasn’t to Jameson. I didn’t really pee in his precious Shelby GT 500 butit was fun convincing him of this.

Jameson, visibly upset,pulled off the highway, stormed into the rest stop bathroom, and returned withentire roll of paper towels. “I can’t believe you.” He mumbled throwing thedoor open.

I got out before he couldrealize I didn’t actually pee.

Although when I made myway back to the car, his callous expression worried me a little.

“Couldn’t wait huh?”

I slapped him on theshoulder and said, “Waiting on you now,” And got back inside.

Once back on the road,Jameson was quiet so I decided a good distraction was proper.

“What are you doing?”he asked when I unbuckled myself and leaned across the center console to run myfingers lightly up his leg.

“You need a distraction...” I answered in a soft voice that I knewwould arouse him.

My dirty heathenreturned. His gaze shifted from the road, irritation subsiding when he grinnedand waggled his eyebrows at me. Casually his arm lifted from the steering wheeland draped around the back of my seat. “Go ahead honey, distract me.”

It didn’t take long,two minutes to be exact and I had him properly distracted.

“What’s that face for...does it taste bad?” he asked when I tooka large drink out of my water bottle.

“Not really...”

It was bitter but Ididn’t want to tell him his oil leak tasted bad. That would be mean. And itdidn’t taste bad, it was just bitter.

“You don’t have to...you know...swallow it.” Jameson shifted uncomfortably in his seatbuttoning his jeans.

“I know...but I like to.” I told him. “You shouldeat more pineapple.”

“Pineapple?” he lookedat me, his eyebrows raised in question.

“Yes, more pineapple.Makes it taste better, so I’ve read.” I explained with a shrug. “I’ve nevertested the theory out...yet.”

He only nodded but Icould tell he was curious as to where I learned that. Growing up without amother, I had to rely on my own research or Nancy and Emma. This had me doingmy own research frequently. So I got a sex book that was written by a pornstar, Jenna Jameson. I thought for sure if I needed advice, I needed to rely onprofessionals. And I wonder how I got knocked up?

Later that night, Nancyhad the brilliant idea that we all go to dinner.Brilliant toher, dumb to us.

Jameson and Ipersonally thought this was a horrible fucking idea, but who would ever listento us?

Once at the restaurant,Logan exercising his asshole skills and screamed like the child he was for amilkshake. I tried to be grown up about it, and not freak out on him and hisloud querulous behavior, but I wanted to smack the little shit. That might haveprovided some issues with child abuse so I didn’t. Though I was positive peoplewould take my side when I told them how he was being completely ridiculous fora six year old.

Andrea just stood bywatching the madness unfold. What happened to parent control? He may be onlysix years old but I was pretty sure at six years old, he should know how to actnormal.

It didn’t take long andI was eating my body weight in pork ribs with barbeque sauce smothered overeverything.

The Lucifer twins, whowere sitting beside me, continued to act like complete assholes.

Lane began to takenotice. He was either wondering what their problem was or contemplating actingthe same way to get what he wanted. Who knows which one he would choose becauseright then, he was just staring at them with a blank expression.

It also didn’t takelong before Alley was directing the flow of fans away from Jameson so he couldactually enjoy a hot meal without some fan wanting an autograph or picture. Itwas completely useless because the more she pushed them away, the more theyswarmed.

When another fanapproached, I looked toward Spencer. His face and hands covered in barbequesauce as he stared intently at Tommy and Justin across from him. I had afeeling with the way Tommy was staring back that they had some kind of unspokeneating contest going down.

Ryder Christensen, aUSAC driver Jameson had known for years, showed up about that time. Pushing pasthe fans, he gave Jameson a hug and then sat down to enjoy some good barbequewith us.

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