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enough, he was cold, he was uncomfortable and he was hungry. He was acting like
a goddamn child is what he was doing.
    When the nurses left,
he admitted he was also incredibly horny and wanted to be alone with me, while
I gave him a sponge bath.
    His words, not mine.
    Believe me ... after seeing the way pussycat doll ogled
his body during his physical exams, I was happy to be the one he was requesting
do his sponge baths.
    Jameson’s biggest
concern was naturally, getting back to racing.
    It was a huge relief to
hear his doctor say that he didn’t see any reason why he wouldn’t be back to
racing in three weeks.
    Once he heard that
news, it was all he could think about. He was anxious and impatient to get out
of here and prove he could still race after a crash like that. We were all
aware of the sheer amount of work it would take to get back out on the track
but I’d never met anyone as determined as Jameson.
    When he wanted
something, he didn’t let anything stand in his way. The punctured lung
concerned him, but it was already healing nicely. He felt better when the
doctors told him that a number of professional athletes had collapsed lungs
during their careers and went on with no ill effect. The broken ribs caused him
untold amounts of pain though, especially since he couldn’t resist pushing his
limits. It was his nature.
    That afternoon, after
his outburst for pretty much everything, his head turned toward me, sunlight
from the window sparking in his green eyes.
    “I love you.” Jameson
whispered as I stood beside his bed. His good hand came up and touched my
stomach gently. He smiled. I ran my hand against his jaw, the clear light
coming in showed every bruise, bump and cut.
    It also showed stress,
tension, and worry. His physical wounds were healing but there was something
hidden deep within him that I knew he wasn’t revealing to me or anyone. 
    “I know you do.”
     

 
    The days following
Jameson’s surgery for his wrist were for lack of a better description, a
cluster fuck.
    It was now Wednesday
and the decision needed to be made who would step in for Jameson during the
Indianapolis race. Jameson wanted Justin West to step in. The only problem was
Justin could only make Indy without interfering with the World of Outlaws
schedule.
    The doctors indicated the
hole in his lung was healing, which meant the air escaping was slowly
decreasing but he still wasn’t healed. This meant he needed to find a driver
for Michigan and possibly Bristol before he could pass the physical NASCAR
required.
    His room was constantly
filled with doctors, the pussycat doll, reporters, and police detectives.
Melissa and Marcus, representatives with Simplex Shocks and Springs ,
his sponsor in the cup series, made a visit to see how their driver was doing.
Hell even Randy, Jameson’s uncle even came by to check on his nephew.
    All of this pissed
Jameson off. You’d think he would be happy all these people were there to see
him, but no, all my dirty heathen could think about was sex ... and more importantly ... sex with me.
    Every time someone left
the room, he was back to molesting me with lingering touches, inappropriate
kisses, and constantly whispering all the naughty things he wanted to do to me.
    I was in pigizzle
heaven. I was where a pigizzle went to die a blissful death, surrounded by my
dirty heathen.
    I was afraid he was
going to hurt himself with the way he would pull me against him but that never
stopped him.
    At one point, I even
tried threatening him. “I’ll call the nurse and have you sedated if you can’t
settle down.”
    “You wouldn’t dare,” he
challenged looking toward my finger wavering over the call button.
    “Behave then.”
    Jameson groaned
dragging his hand through his hair. “Fuck Sway ... it’s been two goddamn weeks since I had any sort of
stimulation down there. Three if you count anything other than my own hand.”
His eyes showed panic. “I’m going to go insane.”
    I