In the earlier dreams he told me that you had a girlfriend, which you told me about when you came home, so I am of the belief that your father is talk...ng to me.Still, I can remember so clearly the last time your father came to me in my dreams. He looked happy, and said that we would be together in a few days. He said on the 10th of July we would be rejoined for eternity. As I write this, it is the 6th of July. Son, this dream seemed so real! When I woke, I swear I could smell that aftershave he. I was very reluctant at first because I felt I was happy with my sex life.One day when we were coming home from a friends wedding and staying over night in a hotel, we struck up a conversation in the hotel bar with a salesman, who happened to sell wine, yum. The guy seemed nice enough and was very funny. He was a much older man though, probably in his early 50s, a bit over weight and balding. He had us laughing from the minute we met him though. After many drinks the bar closed and the guy. Colleen heard the exchange from the kitchen where she was starting dinner. She said hello to Anita and heard the disappointment and weariness in her daughter’s voice. She decided to talk to her about it tonight. After little Johnny was put to bed later in the evening Colleen brought Anita back to the kitchen table for that talk. ‘How is the job search going?’ she asked. ‘Not well at all,’ Anita groaned in reply. ‘I’m never going to find anything.’ ‘Nonsense, honey. That’s just your frustration. " Thenwe both downed our first vial.The taste of mine was atrocious. It tasted of a sweaty, bitter picklemixed with some sort of musky men's cologne. I didn't then ask Jay whathis tasted like, but he seemed to enjoy his a bit better, licking his lipjust a tad.Jay smiled at me. "Same time next week?"----That next week began much as the previous week ended and I was doing alot of work for that one particular egotistical jackass who never gave mea penny from his lucrative commissions.A couple of.