Making an endless drop into the pits of Hell. My screams were drowned out by knocking sounds coming from all around me. Getting louder and louder as I...fell deeper… Until instantly, I sat straight up in bed.The darkness was gone and had made way for bright light shining through the window. Gazing around I saw that in the same fashion, the Devil’s son had disappeared.Then I became aware of something sticking to my stomach. Lifting my sheets, I discovered myself covered in sperm. I swept the sweat. Can you help me?”I got up, looked around to see if anyone was coming and went in. “Don’t get any ideas, I just need you unhook that last one,” she said, holding her right arm against the bra. “There,” I said. “I’m telling you, try a pink one.” I started turning around to unlock the door when she snapped, “Wow, nothing.” “Huh?” “No groping; no massaging; I’m impressed,” she said. “You told me not to get any ideas.” “And since when do you follow rules?”I took a peek outside, then locked the door. He was a young Greek god. He was around six feet tall with what they describe as a sleek swimmers body but with enough muscles to tell that he worked out with weights. But not to the point of getting too pumped up, just enough for strength. He had a bronze tan; sun bleached stylishly tousled blonde hair and the bluest eyes that you could ever imagine.I quickly learned that right before sundown everyday, he ran a mile down the beach and back. He’d come out wearing what looked more like panty. Then again if he was being drugged with stuff that made him hallucinate he might not exactly be dreaming. How does one tell a dream from a drug trip? Cal didn’t know, and had no clue of how one could discern the difference.Maybe one eventually woke up from a dream? Cal thought that should be the difference, then again if you were high on something, didn’t you have to come down. Cal could feel his pulse throbbing in his head, almost as if there were a line drawn from his eye to somewhere over.