<blockquote><div><cite>Dream Evil wrote:</cite>Terrence only sat still and silent for a minute.  He had no idea, he hadn't even thought of anything like that.  He rarely did.<br/>The only time he'd though of anything remotely sexual was to do with child-birth, from a medical point of view, never a man-and-woman point of view.<br/><br/>He hadn't expected a reaction like that, nor had he expected here to storm out like that.  He proceeded to eat once more, slower now, contemplating.<br/>"The fuck was that?"  He couldn't even begin to gauge it.<br/>He didn't think it would be a great idea to go and follow her.  She had already held a gun to his head today, he wasn't liking the prospects of it a second time.  Especially after witnessing the speed of her draw.  She might just be the only person left alive with that type of draw, asides from Terrence himself.<br/>If it came to gunshots, there was a good chance Terrence would be the one dying.<br/><br/>He suddenly felt like he didn't want to eat anymore, and he placed his food down.  He took his own jacket and put it over his shoulders, he didn't bother getting his arms through the sleeves, he just wanted it's warmth around him.  It comforted him and made him feel better, his eyelids started to feel heavy, his eyes closed.<br/>He began to dream, on the outer edges of unconsciousness, visions so vivid crawled into his mind.<br/>Two lovers locked in an embrace, sweating, panting, moaning.  On closer inspection, Terrence could see that man was in fact himself, though younger, softer face and much shorter hair.<br/>The woman he was with clawed at his back as they both writhed in sensual ecstasy.  When the act was over, they slowed, Terrence (his younger self) hovered over his woman for a moment.<br/>But now, Terrence was seeing through the eyes of his former self.  He was feeling the ending of that ecstasy.<br/>But when he opened his eyes to look down at his partner, he saw a pool of blood and mangled features.<br/><br/>Terrence suddenly jolted awake, in such short time, he'd lay down on the hard ground and a sweat had built up on his face.  He got up and threw his jacket away as if it were some monster.<br/>"The fuck was that?" Terrence breathed out, a slight hint of panic evident in his voice.  He decided to take a walk out in the night air.  The winds would chill him to the bone, but they would hopefully rid him of the nauseating images he saw in his head.</div></blockquote>