Dear Ann Landers,
agree with "Manchester, Conn.," that satin sheets are dangerous. In my opinion, they should come with a warning. I had two near-disasters with satin sheets. The first time, I started to slide out of bed and almost went out the third-floor window. The second time, I felt myself sliding, and in order not to fall out the window, I contorted my body and became lodged between the bed and the wall. I was in my underwear and didn't want my son-in-law to see me, so I didn't yell for help. It took me over five minutes to get out of that fix. My family thought both episodes were hilarious, but I was scared to death. Rest assured, Ann, I no longer have satin sheets in my house.

Dear Trenton,
I have satin sheets in my guest bedroom, and so far, it's a draw. One guest said she felt as if she were enjoying the ultimate in luxury. Another guest said she slid around all night and asked that I please remove the satin sheets and pillow case and put on "anything else." I complied with her request. The next letter scores some unexpected points for the satin lovers: