I quietly slid out of bed, Pam rustled a little. I had no choice but to make a beeline for john. My bladder was dictating my life at this moment. With a sign of relief, I washed my hands and tried to sneak back into bed. Pam was lying on her side grinning. “Feel better?” she giggled. “God, yes. I’ll go start the coffee,” I went into the kitchen. When I returned with our coffee, Pam was sitting up with the covers covering...