It was interesting that none of the letters mentioned a check, implying that all payments were to be made in cash. Perhaps we could pick up some of th...t loose cash. We had all of the money we needed at the moment, but there might come a time when more money would be a big help.Aha! Billy found a reference to a very recent sale amounting to $475,000 to be transferred to Lawson Enterprises at 1343 Hamilton Rd. The date was so recent that the money might still be there, so Billy and I planned to. That chair followed me through my next four moves, until my wife finally refused to have such a worn and ugly relic from the 70s in her house. I was in the basement of my childhood home, precisely as it should have been in the last couple of years we lived there in the mid-1980s.Mystery solved, I thought to myself. It's just a dream. An unusually vivid one, but still a dream. Go with the flow, enjoy it.I knelt on the floor and slowly extended my hand, palm down, to the dog. "Sammy. Come here. I love sex and I think I’m good at it. Tara told me I was, too. I’m very oral. I’m kind of bisexual, too. I mean I prefer women all the time, but ... I’m not scared or repulsed by sucking on a guy. It’s just no big deal to me, just not a preference.”I laughed, “Well, we’ll keep that in mind. Right now there’s nothing serious planned for a few months other than quiet weekends with our neighbors.”Dave said, “Emma probably feels the same way. She called me after she got home last week and told me. People were watching, telling me in Italian: "Get out, get out, it's pee!!", but I didn't care. I knew it was pee, but in that vision, it smelled like rosewater and tasted like Liebfraumilch. Soon my clothes were transparent and clinging to my body. My nipples are usually so pale, it's hard to tell where the actual skin of my breasts begins, but now they were wine-dark, so dark, you could see them through my pee-soaked blouse. I wanted to lick the stone penis of the little peeing boy, but baby.