She was now on the pill. She would decide when we were ready for children. If I ever got within ten feet of another race car she would castrate me! Sh... tried to dominate me in bed also, but that just wasn't going to happen. We worked out an uneasy truce, as semi-equal bed partners.Jack approached me a month before the season started, with a proposal to resume racing. His son, Mark, had grown up playing around the race shop, now he wanted to drive. He had convinced his parents, despite the wreck. "Janice feigned hurt feelings. "That was a gift, Jake," she said. "Mr. Acardio himself picked that out for you." And deducted the cost of it from my recoupables, no doubt. I'm not wearing a pentagram or anything else besides the tux, Janice. That's final."She shook her head. "Sometimes you're just so resistant to the image enhancement program we're running, Jake. Don't you know we're just trying to look out for your interests?"Jake snorted in disgust. "Goodbye, Janice," he said. "Nice traveling. I could imagine him as a robot, his mouth as a metal slot, the words coming out of his maw in index card size with computer codes, like those old computers from the 50's.I bit my lip to keep myself from giggling. It was easy to see that he had intoned his introduction over the course of many years, possibly decades. I tried to tune out the formless droning, my eyes following a little fly that had landed on my desk. I yawned. Glancing over the syllabus that he had just passed out, I could also. ‘I didn’t until I read the profile. Somehow you could talk about all of that stuff with a stranger, and let strangers read all about it, but you couldn’t, or wouldn’t, tell me. Someone who cares about you. How could it be easier to let strangers know than to tell me?’ ‘If you have a problem with me talking to the press, you’d better get over it.’ He knew that wasn’t the point, but he was angry. Now Lani did laugh, short and rough. ‘Is that what you think?’ She stood. Reflexively, Dom did too,.