A woman came over to the booth and took a seat behind the table. Jerry asked, “What’s with the trophies?”“The cars are going to be judged arou...d noon. We’ll hand out trophies for the best cars being shown here.”Bill looked at his father and said, “Wouldn’t it be great if you or Martin got a trophy?”Jerry laughed at the idea and said, “That would be nice, but I wouldn’t count on it.”The three of them continued on down the walk, checking out some of the cars. There were a couple of early model T. If anything it had to be his relationship with his wife. Brad and his wife Debbie, married 21 years last month, loved each other deeply. He had no doubt of her love for him, and knew his own had grown stronger as they grew older together. No, at 45 years of age, he found himself filled with an unsettling discontent. A discontent that was directed at his marriage. It just seemed that there was nothing new for them to discover about each other. Their relationship had grown... stale... dull.... “Remind me Mrs. Jenkins, how many times did I ask you to cane Doris?” “Three Sir.” “And how many strokes did you give her?” “N… Nine Sir.” “Hold your right hand out again please.” Catherine was speechless. Miles waited patiently for two minutes before Catherine eventually stood up again and presented the palm of her right hand once more. He was tempted to go easy for the final three and had to remind himself of the image of Doris stiffly walking down the corridor to summon up the strength. Katie's daddy ... she married him."Michelle got silent for a few minutes as I continued driving along and kept fondling her hair. It was so soft. I was starting to get a little melancholy as I thought about how much I'd missed Lindie all the years she was gone.Then another shot from Michelle brought me back. "Dad, do you want mom as your sex partner?"OH BOY! How do you answer a question like that? "Sure kid! I want to play like Bunnies with her." Nope, that was not a good answer. But that.