It was my wife’s Christmas party for her job. She said it was important for me to be there with her.

“Why?”

“Because I always get hit on at work. Because the men there seem to think my husband would be small like me. Because the women keep telling me about their affairs at work and how hung their men are. Because they keep trying to get me to cheat on you like they are with their husbands. And because I am proud of you and want to let everyone know that you are mine and I am yours.”

“OK. I understand. You want me there so the other women can hit on me and have affairs with me. Got it!”

“You are going to looks so funny peeing through a tube when I cut off your dick.”

“Maybe I’ll stay home.”

“No, maybe you’ll accompany me. And make me proud. And make them jealous. And come home and screw my brains out.”

I whined, “Do I have too?” She always loved it when I did that.

Jamie kissed me and I got out of my comfy chair and followed her to our bedroom to get dressed for the party.

Jamie’s boss held the party at his house every year. I think he just liked to show it off. And maybe he like to show everyone that he was just so much above them. It was a huge place, with a formal dining room and ball room indoors, and a huge pool and hot tub outside. We pulled into the driveway and were greeted by a valet.

I exited the car when he opened my door and Jamie exited when the attendant on her side opened hers. I reluctantly handed him the keys to my baby. I’d spent the better part of two years restoring the 1969 Plymouth Barracuda Notchback Coupe to its original look. The Sublime Green paint had to be specially mixed.

In the old days this was one of the hottest cars on the street. I did everything I could to make it look like it just drove off the showroom floor. Of course, underneath it was a screaming monster. The original 440 cid motor had been jazzed up from its original 375HP to a very tasty 532HP.

And after replacing the stock 4-speed manual transmission with a custom built 6-speed one, the 69 ‘Cuda’s original top end of 120MPH was now floating just north of 185. The original four wheel drum brakes needed to be replace with a Baer Extreme Plus disc system, front and back. This little baby was the number two love of my life after Jamie.

“Here you go,” I said as I handed my fey to the valet. “The thing is VERY powerful. Take it easy or it will blow you up.”

When he looked down at his hand, he saw my key and half or a $100 bill.

“If you don’t drive it like an asshole, I give you the other half when we leave,” I patted his shoulder.

“Yes, Sir! No problem, Sir!” The young man said with enthusiasm.

I walked around to Jamie and offered her my arm as the valet got in and very slowly drove off to the parking lot. I heard no squealing tires, so I was smiling as we walked into the door.

“Mrs. Jamie and Mr. Mick O’Dell,” Jamie said as she offered her invitation to the party to security.

“Thank you. May I see your ID’s please,” the security guard asked in keeping with the request on the invitation. After we presented our driver’s licenses, and the guard checked them and our names on a list, he handed them back.

“Thank you very much. Welcome to the party. I hope that you have a wonderful evening and if you need anything please contact one of the staff.”

We both smiled and nodded and turned in the direction of the noise. The party was in full swing and Jamie led me around introducing me to her friends and co-workers. After making the rounds, Jamie smiled at me and took me to a seat.

“Sit. Stay,” she said with a smile and a kiss.

She walked away and left me sitting there alone, but not for long. Soon I was joined by one of her female co-workers.

“Mick, can I join you?”

“Sure. I’m afraid that I don’t remember your name. Jamie had me meeting so many people when we got here.”

“I’m Abby.”

“Nice to meet you again, Abby.”

After a few minutes of some rather banal conversation two others joined us.