The Quarry

[Rage Menelas]

[font=Lucida Sans Unicode]That night, as every night, he dreamed heavily. Laura was always the crux of these phantasms.

During the day she was his only visitor. But she was there constantly, to feed him, to bathe him, to minister to his every need. Sometimes, in his fevered state, they would talk for hours, her holding his hand like an angelic nursemaid.

Laura was compliant, seemingly honest, more than willing to fill in any of the details he required. She hadn't known his master as 'Charlie' but rather as Master Erzo'acteru. He was also sick. There had been an epidemic breakout in the Hei'a 12 installation. The scientists suspected either something brought in on a ship or something unearthed by the excavations. The Federation had ordered a quarantine but work was being done around the clock to find a cure. Meanwhile the best thing for Ryan was rest, he was assured.

Meanwhile, every night she continued to come to him in his dreams, which became increasingly erotic. She came in the darkness, her lithe body clad in laced leather, seduction glowing in her lovely eyes, visible by the single candle she carried. Initially, they engaged in mere flirtations, touching, caressing, snuggling together... then long, deep, wet kisses... And finally, they began to engage in heavier sexual activity, eventually culminating in intercourse.

But it was all a dream. Ryan knew it was all a dream. For all of his life was a dream now... just one long feverish dream...