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 fright...ningly...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 men, their sounds, shrieks, shrill voices, their banging, clanking on the doors. The headless man at the end of the hallway, the man in the hallway sometimes. From once a masculine, successful businessman?into a feminine life ofservitude. It can happen to anyone...My story starts about three years ago. I was a mid-level executive witha leading insurance company. The job had me traveling around the countryfor weeks at a time. I was single and unattached, so the travel was OK. Most of my trips took me to Atlanta where I stayed at a moderate businesstravelers-type hotel near the airport.Well, as a lonely 40-year old businessman on the road, I would. ”“What do you mean?” Natalia asked bewildered, “I just ran away from them and I stupidly chose the wrong alleyway. If it wasn’t for Gregory’s intervention I would have been raped by those men.”“You’re forgetting a few pivotal moments. First of all you stayed calm while you kept up your appearances. Secondly, the way you stepped out of your heels was amazing; all those men were totally captivated by your little act. Thirdly, throwing the shoes in a perfect lob accompanied by your playful command. I wasn't exactly sure what it was I was going to tell him, but I knew I had to tell someone about it. I stopped him on the way to our homeroom."I have to tell you about my weekend. Can you come over after school?" Sure, what happened? Can't you tell me now? Or at lunch time?" No, it's so amazing. We have to do it in private though. You'll never believe it." It was the longest school day I had ever experienced. I thought it would never end. I would find myself thinking about the weekend and I.