Success and failures each teach important lessons, but only if we take the time to learn.Our drivers took the upwind position as they escorted Seraina...and me to the second-floor shower a few doors down from the room I shared with Darlene. I couldn’t blame them. We smelled worse than a blacksmith’s armpit.“Dennis! Alice! Wait for us,” Darlene called out as she ran forward with Alice’s daughter at her side.“Mom, Dennis, welcome home!” StarShine screamed as she double hugged her mother and me. So when I pull your top over your head and discard it to the side you welcome the feel of the air against your flesh. When my finger tips return to your waist you tremble and let out a coy giggle. My hands follow the same path as before - rising from your hips, tracing the curve of your side and stopping just below your arm pits - but now the contact is so much more intimate. Meanwhile you feel my nose brushing aside your hair as I kiss the back of your neck in a hundred tiny pecks. With a wet. . . and about your car. It’ll have to be moved or there’ll be another crash here.’ ‘I’ll stay with her car until a wrecker comes,’ the first man said. ‘I’ll go call the Mitchells on my cell phone and tell them we’ll be late to the party,’ his wife called out as she started back to their car. ‘We’d better leave our headlights shining on her car until the wrecker gets here so anyone else coming around the curve can see it in time.’ As the man whose driveway Nancy plowed across and who identified. " Thank you Uncle Dar," I said.Now that Sandra and Shelly both had permission, we went to the small private gym where I got my lessons. When we got there and helped Uncle Dar into his chair, Sandra grabbed it and said, "My turn today. He's giving me this for what little I've done so I'm going to do more to earn it."I looked at the determination on her face. I understood how she felt and didn't argue with her. Neither did the others. We let Sandra push Uncle Dar into the building and went to my.