Damnit I laughed to myself. I fell fast asleep awaking again about 2 hours later. My husband still snoring away and I was behind him wrapped aro...nd him sleeping with my right leg strattled over his legs, I pulled my leg back and could feel I leaked all over him. I hurried and grabbed the towel and carefully wiped him clean not wanting to wake him up. I wadded the towel between my legs and put a partition of blanket between us and back to sleep. This was the most. He got his arm in, but thought he’d gashed it on something. It cleared and he got it out, but his hand was bleeding. Fortunately, he’d got some bandages in his kit, wrapped the wound promptly and told George who automatically called the paramedics. I was glad that particular bit of the personal safety lecture had sunk in. It wasn’t until he got down to ground level that it had started bleeding badly. By then the Ambulance had arrived and took him away. By the time they’d arrived on site in the. Life was just so damned good.Dan's station wagon was parked in my drive when I got home. Dan had been my best buddy since the sixth grade. He had been the best man at my wedding and I had been his when he married Mellisa. Mellisa and Dolores had become good friends and were always going shopping and to Avon type parties together and at least once a month the two of them would get together for a 'girls night out'. Mellisa and Dolores must have had something planned that day and I saw my plan to. "Naw," I said. "You can have my pickle." I winked at her."Thanks," she said. "Pickles are hard to come by." If the pickle isn't hard, it won't come by at all," I said."Boy, isn't that the truth," Jolene said."Oh, come on," I said. "I'm sure you get lots of pickle." Not really," she admitted, giving me a wry smile."I can't understand that," I told her. "You're certainly pretty enough."Jolene blushed, flattered. She turned to collect my sandwich from the kitchen and moved to the countertop where.