I started taking pills, Xanax, so I could finally sleep and stay asleep. I’d read that Xanax intensifies dreams in some people. But for me it was th... opposite. Xanax not only allowed me to sleep, but it also stopped the dreams. If ever I didn’t take the pills, however, the dreams came back, even more frighteningly...The dreams, the night terrors, always with me spitting bloody teeth from my mouth, crawling on my belly, sometimes through swarms of cockroaches scurrying about the floor. And those. If necessary I shall use oral stimulation on your breasts until your nipples have hardened. Your undergarments shall then be removed at which point it is your duty to disrobe me and help prepare my cock for the seriousness of its duties and your cunt for the actions that shall be taken against it. You will be required to either sit or kneel facing my cock and then, using your left hand on my cock and your right hand between your own legs, you will repeatedly slide your mouth over my hard cock. "Time for a swim," said Mike. Leaving towels and clothes on the shore we all tiptoed out over the pebbles and into the water. Mike and Saul, competitive boys that they were, dove into the water as soon as they were knee deep, whooping as they surfaced through the cold water. Lisa got herself waist deep and then splashed water across her tummy and chest before she followed suit. That left Jen and me, thigh deep in the water and almost shivering with the cold. "It's lovely once you’re in," said. Tovoni’s was closed.Damn.I looked at my watch again. 7:15. I looked at the hours on the door. Monday-Friday 7:00 a.m.–9:00 p.m. Saturday 7:00 a.m.-7:00 p.m. Closed Sundays. I glanced down at the headlines on the newspaper in the paper box by the door. “Seattle moves to forefront in battle to save lives.” “Loyalists seize Iraqi TV station.”I stared at the paper for several minutes trying to figure out what was out of place. The huge words at the top of the newspaper finally sank in—Sunday.