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told you they could see.”
    Laughing, I rubbed the spot she hit. “My bad.”

Attenuator – A device mounted at the rear of an IRL car to absorb impacts to the rear end.
     

    “Why do I have to go? I mean, can’t we just cancel it?”
    “Jameson, it’s your company’s fucking Christmas party. JAR Racing is literally your name. Stop being such an asshole and just deal with it.”
    “It’s bullshit,” I grumbled with sarcasm. “I don’t know why we keep having these damn parties. It’s the same stupid shit every year. Tommy, Willie, and Dave get wasted and do something incredibly fucking stupid that they think is hilarious or brilliant. Most of the night is spent with me talking the cops out of arresting their asses.”
    Annoyance hovered in her stare, and I knew she was about to lay into me. “Yeah, well, I can remember quite a few years where I spent most of my night talking the cops out of dragging your ass to jail so don’t be a hypocrite.”
    Shit. She’s right.
    “Whatever.” My gaze moved out the window to our backyard. “All I’m saying is I don’t think it’s necessary for me to go to this party. I could stay home. No one is even going to notice if I’m there or not.”
    Her lips puckered, looking at me in disbelief. “ Everyone is going to notice if you’re there so quit your bitching. Stop sulking. You’re going.”
    I scoffed at her accusation “Sulking? I’m not sulking. I’m contemplating.”
    Contemplating how to fake a sickness.
    Reaching out, she patted my head like I was some fucking dog.
    “Sure you are, honey.”
    I was done talking about it. All it did was raise my blood pressure and piss me off. I just didn’t like Christmas parties and everything that went with them. I’d much rather stay at home and be with my wife alone. Was that too much to ask?
    Apparently so if you asked my family.
    Stirring my coffee, I watched Sway pouring coconut creamer in hers. “Do you want some coffee with your cream?”
    “Shut up.” Placing the creamer back in the fridge, she eyed me, her lips thinned with irritation. “Why are you being mean this morning?”
    “I’m not being mean just making an observation. You use way too much creamer. Do you even like the taste of coffee?”
    “No, as a matter of fact, I don’t, but I also don’t see what that has to do with anything. Nobody likes the taste of coffee. It’s a necessary evil in my life and I may as well enjoy it.”
    I raised my eyebrows at this statement because seriously? “ I like the taste of coffee.”
    She sat down on my lap, refusing to sit in her own chair at the table. “Yeah well, good for you.”
    “Now who’s being mean?”
    Sway turned to give me her full attention. “Look, Jameson, I’m about to go to a doctor’s appointment where I have to basically get naked and be felt up. Not to mention he is going to stick a giant Q-tip in my vagina and a finger up my ass.”
    The fuck? “What do you mean a finger up your ass?”
    Apparently, it was a stupid question because Sway rolled her eyes and turned back to her coffee before we had to leave. “Seriously, what do you think goes on at these appointments?” she finally asked.
    “Not that. I’m actually a little upset they stick something in your ass. How invasive.”
    I wasn’t sure what I thought happened when Sway went to the lady doctor, but I could tell you it would have never included a finger entering anyone’s asshole. Just the thought made me shudder.
    “Oh yeah? What exactly goes on at your appointments?”
    I stood, pushing her off my lap. “We’re most certainly not talking about those appointments.”
    As far as I was concerned, those appointments weren’t going to happen for me. I was too young for that still, and if I didn’t talk about it, it wouldn’t happen.
     

    I DIDN’T THINK much of it that morning. Routine doctor’s visit, right? She had them every year. The only difference is, this time, I went with her because I had a meeting