Emma drifts off, feeling slightly guilty about...well. Loretta knowing how..she knew..about the 'toybox'. She mumbles something quietly as the unrelenting thoughts just will not let her relax. Her minds going a million miles  an hour but, the warm friendly body next to her is just too much to fight against for long.<br/><br/>At her heart , the convict was a sap. A sucker for sleeping next to someone,that momentary-often foolish and completely false- notion of 'safety' was something she didn't get to experience often.  As she starts to drift off to sleep, she has a dumb lopsided grin on her face.<br/><br/>Hours pass as Emma drifts off to sleep...a deep slumber , filled with ..strange visions regarding the events of the day.<br/>__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/><br/><i>In her mind flash images of Jynx pinning her down, Fanya searingly flirting , Ranger fuck getting pushed backwards down some stairs ( In Emmas dream, the shit head kept tumbling.) She cracks a sleepy grin at that one..<br/>
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Suddenly she and Loretta are in the middle of the wastes.  Cocky 'Dream Emma'  snarls just as Emma did , <span style="color: blue">"So whaddaya say hot stuff? Lemmie go?"</span> Her tattooed forehead still moving anxiously.  <br/>
Emma watches the events unfold, with one slight difference.  When she looks up to the ghoul , in the overbearing wastelands sun, she sees she..isn't a 'ghoul' at all.  The grizzled wastelander is -beautiful- Silver waving locks framing her  strong, un-marred features. She's visibly a few years older then the convict, and more hardened, but her stoic demeanor is  charming, and irresistible. Dream-Loretta grins, a smile that is impish and adorable, unmistakable as anyone -other- then Loretta.  Emma blinks, thinking in her mind- and fumbling out of 'dream' Emmas lips.<span style="color: blue">"Wow..." </span><br/>
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Dream Loretta beams,<span style="color: purple"> "I thought i told you to be quiet..."</span> she glares down at Emma- The convict wincing as she expects the butt of the Ghouls rifle in her knee. ...Instead the not-so ghoulish Loretta pulls Emma up by the ropes holding her bound.   She smiles that thin-lipped 'Loretta' grin once more and cuts Emma free. The convict melts.<br/>
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Dream Emma is -very-bold.. She pulls the other woman towards her and frantically  cups the older woman's chin and devours her lips. In her dream...the ghoul kisses back. Dream-Loretta pins Emma against a boulder behind the girl.  She's left breathless and frantically grabs at the other woman. She's in that state of mind..where she knows this is a dream-but its one of those delightfully intoxicating dreams that she wishes will never end. <br/>
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Dream-Emmas tongue glides over Lorettas lips and into the  older woman's mouth hungrily wishing to devour every ounce of the other woman...<br/>
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She pulls away to breath, breaking the kiss..and Loretta is Loretta again. Perfectly pickeled and intact for the most part,her thin lips  grin at Emma and her voice croakily grumbles ,<span style="color: purple"> "I'm fully aware of what you did in your room.."</span> She leans in and whispers in Emmas ear, her breath hot, and even in the dream, Emma feels her heart start to skip a beat. The ghouls hand reaches between Emmas thighs as she continues , <span style="color: purple">"You wished it was me half way through...didn't you.."  </span><br/>
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The Convict nods.  She liked helping Jynx...the sex was...rather fulfilling. But there was a point...where 'Dream Loretta' was correct.  Emmas hips buck to meet the ghouls hand.<span style="color: blue"> "Yes.."</span><br/>
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"It'll never be this way ya' sick ghoul fucker....we're friends....that's it. "  </span><br/>
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Even in her dreams Emma is defiant.  Almost having the need to prove her 'self' wrong - as shes slightly cognitive of the fact - this HAS to be a dream.  She wraps her fingers around the Ghouls throat.<span style="color: blue"> "Shut up.."  </span> She presses her lips against the ghouls, and continues to let her hips writhe.  Ghoul or no..it didn't matter to the convict..<br/>
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Just as Loretta is unbuttoning Emmas pants ...the scene changes.<br/>
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Emma blinks as shes back in her NCR tent..the one she shared with Minya. <br/>
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Theres screaming. She's had this dream before.  Many..many times. <br/>
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She knew any minute the NCR fuckers would be bringing Minya back, skin peeling and rotting, covered in bruises and bleeding. Then they'd attack her, and Emma would watch.  That was always the moment she became 'conscious' the moment she forced her eyes open and wakes up in a cold sweat.  Emma always held out for a few minutes,if just to see Minya in her mind for a few moments more.<br/>
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As the flaps of the tent open,   two guards come in, grabbing her arms and holding her down, and pushing her face to the side- making her watch the opening of the tent flaps. <br/>
Two more  NCR guards enter, carrying a ...larger woman - taller, then Minya ever was.. Emma doesn't need to see to know who it is..<br/>
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Emma shakes her head frantically trying to will the events to stop unfolding, pushing up against the guards and screaming...<br/>
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The guard on top of her turns magically into Fanya....the other to Jynx, amber eyes and a crazy look about her. <br/>
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The painted woman smiles, cooing and cupping the convicts face as the NCR guards start to unbuckle their pants.  Fanya leans in and coos <span style="color: purple">"I can make this all...." </span>She snaps her fingers .<span style="color: purple">"Disappear..."</span><br/>
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Emma slams her eyes shut trying to will her self awake.<span style="color: blue">"DO IT !"</span> She screams,<span style="color: blue"> "MAKE IT STOP!"</span><br/>
 Dream Fanya's painted fingertips pry  at the convicts eyelids , <span style="color: purple">"Your not leaving so soon..not before you give me what i want..."<br/>
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She watches as the NCR guards,one of them now having turned into Darrion, laugh and push the ghoulish form over. The Ghouls eyes locking with the Convicts. Its clearly Loretta. <br/>
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Emma jerks her head out of Fanyas grasp and looks to Jynx <span style="color: blue">"You promised..."</span> she begs. <br/>
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The wasteland savage beams, as her teeth latch on to Emmas throat. The last thing Emma feels is teeth sink into the flesh of her neck. </i><br/>_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>Emmas eyes shoot open just in time for her to roll off the bed, landing with a loud 'THUD".  Visibly shaken and trembling she looks around the darkened room, trying to regain some semblance of where she is. There's a moment she believes ALL of this to be a dream...gasping for air, a cold sweat clinging to her skin, she rubs her head as she realizes shes not 'lucky' enough to have this all be a dream.  She scrambles back to her feet, shes unsure of what she's said while sleeping ...or if the ghoul heard any of it...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>