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phone, smiling at whoever is on the other end. With a quick glance round the yard and a long drink of his whisky, he heads inside. It will be sometime before he will remake his appearance. As I reach for my phone to ring Cassie, a shadow beside me catches my eye. Tabby, the club’s treasurer is placing his big body next to mine.
     
    “Not partying tonight?”  This is unusual behavior for Tabby. Just as his name suggests, Tabby is the MC’s number one man whore. His love of the ladies rarely finds him without one.
     
    Languidly he rolls his shoulders. “Maybe later” he mumbles into his whiskey.
     
    “So who’s watching Rayven while you’re away?”
     
    Twisting his body to glare at me, his hand rubs his face as he grumbles “Fuck.”  Before answering “Crabby.”
     
    “You trust him?” Hell Crabby is a man whore in the making.
     
    Throwing his head back in a roar of laughter.  “Shit, Sure do. I warned the boy before I left. That if he laid one finger on her, he wouldn’t’t be touching another person for some time.”
     
    Shrugging Tabby’s answer aside I take another swallow of my whiskey as my mind drifts back to Cassie.
     
    “How about you and Cassie?”
     
    “We’re working on it.”
     
    “Why the fuck did you do it Linc?”
     
    Unhappy with Tabby’s probing I try to ignore his question. But my memories have me dragged back to that fateful day. The day I lost everything.
     
    Cassie wants a baby. Hell so do I. A little Cassie who I can spoil. Even thou I am aware of how unlikely that is to happen. I still see our little girl playing with a dog.
     
    After eighteen months of trying, and being unsuccessful, Cassie went and made arrangements for us to go for fertility tests and I had indulge her. I neither argued nor dithered about doing the tests. Now I wish to fuck I had. Happy in my ignorance, all that changed when we received those fucking results. Low sperm count the doctor said. What the fuck would he know? I have been fucking since I was sixteen. Sure there are no little Lincoln’s running around. That has nothing to do with my inability to reproduce. It was down to the fact that until I met Cassie, I always used a condom.
     
    Over the years. I have faced many tough situations. But nothing had prepared me for this visit. Confidently I sat in the patient’s chair, supporting Cassie as I held on to her hands. As they squashed mine. Everything was going to be OK. Then the fucking doctor opened his mouth.
     
    “I’m sorry Mr Davies. Your results are back, and your sperm count is low.”
     
    When he had spoken, my mind went blank. As he continued with his spiel, I wanted to connect my fist with his face. Instead I let go off Cassie’s hand and left his office. Shit I had even treated Cassie to the silent treatment on the way home. All I could think about was getting on my bike and been on the open roads while I left everything behind. 
     
    Lost in my grief, I was unaware of how long I cruised the roads. All I know is that I irrevocably ended up at the club, and that there are several missed calls from Cassie. Instead of returning her calls. I switched the phone off, before pocketing it. Once inside the club I made straight to the bar for a bottle of Jack D. Half a bottle of whisky was drunk straight before I gave it much thought to find a corner to sulk in. The burn of the alcohol had done nothing to ease my pain.
     
    I was failing. As a husband I had failed. I was unfit to give my wife what she wanted. As a man I had failed. Cassie has never asked for much. And the one thing she wanted. I could not give to her. Another mouthful and the bottle is finished. My head was beginning to buzz. However, this does not prevent me from getting a second bottle. Or from drinking another large amount in one go. For all the buzzing in my head. The pain does not fade.
     
    When one of the dancers from Tie Me Down came over and sat on my lap, I did not bother to rebuff her. Fuck, I should