So a bit of back story. He is an active 59 year old man. Did have heart surgery 13 months ago. Regular I see. We went to a nice dinner. Neither of us drank. Went home, had our fun. And this is what followed immediately after.

He rolled over on your back we laid there for approximately 1 min he then started making chocking/ gasping /snoring noises. I rolled over to tell him to wake up. He was discolored, drooling, crying and visibly struggling. I did sternum rubs and repositioned his head to make sure air way was clear. He then quit making the noise. His breathing was strained. His eyes were glared over , and not blinking and still crying. He then relieved himself. He then tensed up every single muscle, when that happened he failed half off the bed and hit his head. I then held his upper body up off the ground and kept his air way open. His arms were flailing and body was rigid I could not move him at that point. His breathing was intermittent at that point. When that stopped I then reposition him back onto the bed. Start to finish was roughly 11 mins.

Emergency services were called. In my home town (small town of less than 4000 people) I had to provide all information. Including that he in fact was not my father and that we had just been involved. He refused medical assistance. Both me and officer and em's staff had to sign paperwork saying he refused care. I was then told I could leave. So will be the talk of the town. the officer was so cute and single. And I just had to tell them my vagina almost killed some one. Crazy night. My bestie made jokes about how my vag brings life and apparently death too, and is calling me the black widdow.

So yep end of my saga