It didn't. Early that night she gave me my sleeping pill and tucked me in for the first time in years. She patted my cheek and told me that she would ...ook in on me later.I don't know if she did or not. I slept like a log and woke up the next day sound and healthy. I'd had a wonderful dream that night. I dreamt that I fucked the girl of my dreams and I was almost afraid to wake up and check my pajama trousers in the morning, afraid that I had had a wet dream. Mom insisted on me wearing PJs and. I looked over at her dressing table and quickly jumped up to rummage through her clothes. First drawer, just some shirts and random hair ties. Second, jackpot, found the undie drawer. I picked through some really kinky undies, thongs, pink with hearts, then granny panties, what the fuck. I kept digging when oh, felt something kinda rubbery. Holy balls, eureka, a dildo! This was some really weird stuff for any girl I knew, then again, look at how weird I am. I held the dildo in my hand for a. "If ... may I call you that?"I smiled at her. "If it's okay to call you Sally." Ready to go?" Absolutely."She'd ordered a taxi. Parking at the hospital is difficult and expensive and the taxi can stop right by the entrance. It's a silent ride back home and Sally paid the fare."Be gentle with her," she said as we walked up the path to the front door. I looked at her, eyebrows raised. "You'll understand," was all she added.I unlocked the door, glancing at the torn wood where the chain anchor. It makes me strong." She said, in a seductive manner. "So I want to give you something in return. You see, we can work symbiotically. I fuel your hatred, and your hatred fuels me."John finally found the ability to talk, "What... what do you mean?" He asked."I can give you the power to act on your hatred. You can take revenge on those you feel so strongly about." What does that mean?" He asked, but it was too late. His dream faded to nothing as he woke up. He shook off the unusual dream and.