I reached him just as his hand was going to his mouth, and I knocked it down, spilling a bunch of pills in the sink. "What the hell are you doing, Fre...chetti?"He looked stunned to see me there, and scrambled for the pills, but I twisted the faucet on, swirling them down the drain. "What's this, better living through chemistry?" I asked him sarcastically."What do you know about it?" he shot back, reaching for a pill bottle.I knocked it out of his hand, sending it flying, the pills scattering. ’ She gave her son a small smile. ‘Gossip runs down the grapevine in a town like this, you know how it is.’ ‘I do,’ he said. ‘Then what?’ ‘Well, I heard from Cassie — you know her Joe’s a policeman — that whoever had the gun shot it, and whoever had the knife used it, and somehow they knocked over a light or a candle and the fire started.’ ‘Was anyone hurt?’ He knew she wasn’t there anymore, but he thought about the young girl from years ago. ‘Property damage, mostly,’ his mother said, getting. The click of the lock behind us was cause for a big sigh of relief from both of us - we had chatted on the way, but now there was nothing to stop us.I opened my briefcase and extracted a bottle of champagne. As I worked the wire off the cap and twisted the bottle, a pop and a spurt and then we were drinking and toasting each other. Her husband at home was at work, my spouse was at work, and we were together for the evening.The room had a Jacuzzi large enough for two (thank you, Marriott!) So. Still every morning when I came home, I would take a pill, fall asleep and have some very wonderful dreams.I swear I would even wake up in a haze to the pleasure of an orgasm and shooting cum out of my cock.Then I would drift back to sleep. When I woke up, there wouldn’t be any sign of my dream.At first I thought this was just a wonderful side effect and thought about taking the sleeping pills more often.What’s better? I get great sleep and a wonderful dream to boot.But, I knew my mom would be.