Page 9 of Black Flag

Continuing to stare atour picture, Kyle knocked softly on the door before stepping inside. I couldsee his girlfriend standing outside in the hall waiting for him.

“Hey bud, how are youfeeling?”

“Ready to race,”Jameson attempted to give a thumbs up with his good hand that was wrappedaround me.

“Hah!” Kyle laughed.“You’re funny.”

Jameson looked downwith a nod. He knew he was going to be missing a few races and I think thatbothered him.

“Ihear they’redoin’ surgery on the wrist tomorrowmorning?”Kyle moved closer sitting on the couch just inside the door.

“Yeah,” Jameson sighed.“Puttin’ in some pins...I guess.”

Kyle stood and walkedtoward the bed. Jameson moved his arms from around my shoulder, reaching forKyle’s hand. “I’m glad you’re okay bud. You scared me.”

“I know...I’m sorry.”

Kyle reached for hiscell phone in his pocket. “Can you repeat that?” he laughed pushing the phonetoward him. “I want to record it.”

I started giggling frommy place beside him.

“Not a chance.” Jamesonglared at me before turning it on Kyle. “That’s the only sorry you will everget out of me. Remember that.”

“Oh I will.” Kyleadded. “I wasn’t sure you were capable of those two words.”

Jameson groaned. “So whatdo we do about another driver?”

“We got a few optionsaround.” Kyle told him. “We can worry about that after the surgery when we knowhow long you will be out. That will determinewhowe choose.”

Jameson and Kyle madesmall talk for a moment before pussycat doll came back in to deliver the goodstuff. I knew I only had about fifteen minutes before he fell asleep.

Kyle politely excusedhimself before Melanie started her process of exams on Jameson.

Being thecrazy-irrational-hormone-enraged-pigizzle that I was now, I watchedeverymove she made and scrutinizedeverylook Jameson gave her trying todecipher whether or not he’d be attracted to her. Having never been insecure, Iwasn’t impressed with these emotions at all. I’d like to blame it on myhormones but I seemed to be blaming everything on that these days. You’d thinkat some point my brain would need to take some sort of responsibility.

My thoughts were lostwhen the nurse began her exam, pushing his gown aside to reveal his stomach. Myeyes instinctively went to his lower abdomen and then lower hoping to catch aglimpse of the camshaft. All I was able to see was the faint dark hair leadingto my favorite track. And if you’re not familiar with a camshaft, this was myterm for a man’s penis. It’s a long shaft that’s inserted into the crankcase (awoman’s vagina). I had name for anything sexual and it all related to engines.

“Oh, well look atthose,” Melanie snickered looking over Jameson’s tattoos on his lower hips thattold her he belonged to Sway Reins.

I laughed trying tohide my amusement by pretending to cough.Didn’t work.Jameson shot me a glare attempting to cover his hips from being exposedfurther.

“You’re going to havethose forever you know.” She told him straightening his blanket.

“No shit.” He gruntedclearly not amused.

“Jameson,” Melanietouched his left leg over the blanket ignoring his rudeness. “How are youfeeling tonight?”

His brow furrowedlooking down at her hand before answering.“Sore—less groggy.I guess that’s better?”

“Well the grogginesswon’t go away just yet.” She tapped his IV. “It’s the morphine. You’re on ahigh dose right now to keep you relaxed. The more you rest, the faster youheal.”

I could tell he wasstill sleepy or else he would have objected to being sedated so heavily.

Melanie smiled onebreathtaking smile at him. It was a smile that made me want to punch out allher pretty white teeth.

Jesus, could she be anymore beautiful?

“Let me know if youneed anything, sweetie.” Her head turned to the side. “It’s not every day wehave a NASCAR superstar in here.”

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