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08-25-09, 08:46 PM
A truly dedicated fisherman had planned his day, but the forecast was different than he had first expected. He knew it would rain hard, but not the kind that challenged him that morning. Nevertheless, being truly dedicated, he headed out with his truck and his boat, trying to ignore the torrential downpour and horrific wind gusts that confronted him. Nothing would stop this man, and nothing had, yet. (Sounds like a bicycle commuter... ;) )
He backed out of his driveway with some difficulty (the rain was so thick,) but once on the road, he could proceed slowly since it was yet very early and traffic had not yet appeared. He made his way through traffic lights and dark stretches of road, some so black you couldn't see the lanes. He wondered if he would have any trouble getting into the lake with his boat, but he didn't worry about that yet. "I'll see when I get there, you never know," he said to himself.
At the bridge, he slowed. "Damn, I can't get across this, I don't want to risk it," he feared, since the bridge wasn't visible under the rushing waters. "I know when I'm licked, I'll just go home."
He took just as long to get home as he did to get to the bridge, maybe longer. But he got back into the driveway of his home, slopped into his garage, and stripped down to his underwear. Then his pulled that off, too, soaked to the bone from his ordeal. Naked, he thought, "Well, it'll be nice to get back to bed."
He tip-toed up the stairs, toweled down in the bathroom, and climbed back into bed with his wife, who was still motionless under the covers. As he felt the warmth of her body radiating towards his, he breathed a deep breath of relaxation and comfort. His wife, who had seemed to be asleep, gathered him next to her warm, soft body with her free arm.
Just as he snuggled close to her, she whispered with her warm breath into his ear, "Honey, do you believe my husband is out in this ****?"
He backed out of his driveway with some difficulty (the rain was so thick,) but once on the road, he could proceed slowly since it was yet very early and traffic had not yet appeared. He made his way through traffic lights and dark stretches of road, some so black you couldn't see the lanes. He wondered if he would have any trouble getting into the lake with his boat, but he didn't worry about that yet. "I'll see when I get there, you never know," he said to himself.
At the bridge, he slowed. "Damn, I can't get across this, I don't want to risk it," he feared, since the bridge wasn't visible under the rushing waters. "I know when I'm licked, I'll just go home."
He took just as long to get home as he did to get to the bridge, maybe longer. But he got back into the driveway of his home, slopped into his garage, and stripped down to his underwear. Then his pulled that off, too, soaked to the bone from his ordeal. Naked, he thought, "Well, it'll be nice to get back to bed."
He tip-toed up the stairs, toweled down in the bathroom, and climbed back into bed with his wife, who was still motionless under the covers. As he felt the warmth of her body radiating towards his, he breathed a deep breath of relaxation and comfort. His wife, who had seemed to be asleep, gathered him next to her warm, soft body with her free arm.
Just as he snuggled close to her, she whispered with her warm breath into his ear, "Honey, do you believe my husband is out in this ****?"