He wondered if the sensation was meant as a foreshadowing of the childish, chastisements that his impending action would ultimately result in him undergoing–for that sensation hadn’t happened in the real-life situation that his dream had, until that point, perfectly re-enacted.}
{Carlton reached back towards his buttocks, intending to remove his protective armor’s lower-body section in order to scratch his intensely-itching posterior, when he realized that his two medical crewmates were staring quizzically at him while awaiting his orders. Certainly he couldn’t begin clawing his fingernails into the irritably-tingling flesh of his asscheeks in front of his military subordinates–yet his hands continued to steadily move backward and downward…}
“Carltie dear, don’t do that!” Rebecca’s voice was clear and static-free.