4 p.m.

After getting Tony out of the van, Carrie helped him into his wheelchair and then wheeled him into the physical therapy center. He could walk, but not well. He needed Carrie's assistance.

They went into the backroom, where a stout Black woman took his vitals. Carrie bit her cheek. Here it came.

"Okay, and Mr. Washington, are you sexually active?" The nurse asked.

"What's that?" Tony said.

"Are you sexually active?" She said, loud enough for everyone to hear in the lobby.

"Oh yes! My wife here drains my nuts at least twice a day!" he said equally loudly, reaching up to squeeze Carrie's ass.

"Oh my, Mr. Washington, she's a lucky woman," the nurse said. She knew this of course, but asked it every time. "Is that your baby in her oven?"

"Yes, it's his baby," Carrie sniped.

"I asked him, Mrs. Washington."

"Yep! Knocked her up real good. That's my son in there!" Tony reached up, exposing Carrie's belly bump. He tried to rest his hand on her hip, but inadvertantly slid her shorts down, exposing her prominent ass tattoos. Carrie sighed, pulling her drawers back up. She leaned down, giving Tony a long, soft kiss.

"Be more careful, baby," she said.

"Okay sweetpea!" he said, beaming.