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Hi all,
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Yep, it's me again - Steve, writer of many a bad parody. I've recently
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noticed several messages in this .creative forum regarding X-Files erotica,
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and how such stories portray Mulder and Scully as being out of character.
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Personally, I'm not terribly fond of X-Files erotica either, for the
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exact same reason. But whenever I see something so controversial in this
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forum, I just feel like I have to be a part of it1 :^) Therefore, I've
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written up a little story that is sure to further ruffle your feathers.
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Another reason I'm writing this story is that up till this time, I've
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noticed that only the ladies were writing X-Files erotica. I wondered why
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this was the case, since men are just as capable of generating smut as the
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ladies (perhaps even more so). Therefore, I've decided to try my hand at
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erotica, giving the subject my own spin on things (Uh oh!).
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* * * * WARNING !!! * * * *
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* * * * WARNING !!! * * * *
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* * * * WARNING !!! * * * *
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The following material is ***EROTICA***. It contains scenes of nudity,
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graphic sex, and bestiality (heh heh, just kidding about that last part).
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In addition, if you do not like seeing Mulder or Scully doing anything that
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would be out of character, do not read any further. I should warn you that
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some of the things in this story could be considered deviant behavior, and
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may therefore surprise you. You even might find certain elements of the
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story to be morally repugnant.
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If you are under 18, or are immature, or lack an open mind, or do not have
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a sense of humor, or otherwise easily offended by material of an adult
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nature, ***do not read this story!!!!!***.
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I hereby state that anyone who ignores this warning and proceeds to read
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the story anyway will forfeit all right to criticize or flame me in any
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matter whatsoever regarding to this story.
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* * * * * * * * PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! * * * * * * * *
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Here follows "The Sex-Files," by Steven Han, 8/31/1994
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11:57 p.m.
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Washington, D.C.
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Fox Mulder walked forth through the park in the dark of midnight. He
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passed an old man sleeping on a park bench with a flock of pigeons
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nearby. Walking towards the center of the park, Mulder approached
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a lone empty bench near a pond. Glancing around, he sat down.
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A few minutes passed, and then a few more. Bored, Mulder gazed around
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the park, its few inhabitants barely visible in the moonlight. Off to
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his right he saw a gazebo in the distance, cradling the outline of a
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couple sitting in a lovers' embrace. To his left, Mulder saw nothing
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but trees and the full moon high above.
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Minutes turned into hours as Mulder sat and waited. He shifted around on
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the bench, then got up and took a stroll around the area. Glancing down
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at his watch, he saw that it was past two a.m. It appeared his contact
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wasn't going to show after all.
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Out of the corner of his eye, Mulder noticed someone staggering in
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his direction. The figure was hunched over and making some sort of noise.
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As the person approached closer, Mulder noticed it was a woman, and that
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she was coughing. Her head was drooped over as she tried to keep her
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balance and stay on the bike path.
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Not noticing anyone else around, Mulder turned in her direction to see
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if she might need some help. He walked towards her slowly at first, not
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certain what her problem might be.
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As he got near her, the woman raised her head, and Mulder guessed she was
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in her early twenties. She was wearing a black leather biker jacket,
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complete with chains and studs, over a black T-shirt with a white
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skull-and-crossbones logo. She also had on blue jean cutoffs and fishnet
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stockings. Her hair was dyed some strange colors, which were difficult to
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make out in the dim moonlight. But upon approaching closer, Mulder could
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swear her hair looked like shades of... orange and blue.
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The girl looked up at Mulder and eyed him curiously. She raised a thin
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cigarette up to her mouth and took a puff. She blew out smoke in Mulder's
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face, causing him to wince in pain.
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"So, what are you, some kind of flasher?" asked the girl, pointing
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towards Mulder's London Fog raincoat. Mulder smiled and was about to
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respond when the girl bent over and started coughing uncontrollably.
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".. *Cough* ... Ack...." belched the girl, before slowly raising her head
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again. She pulled the joint back up to her face, apparently fighting the
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urge to take another draw. Wincing, she threw down the smoke and stomped
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on it with her black leather boots. "Goddamned cheap reefers, man - I
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swear, our country's quality control is going straight to hell."
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Mulder carefully studied her appearance. Outwardly, she seemed to be a
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common street urchin, but her demeanor suggested much more. Behind the
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bleached and dyed hair, behind the two-inch long black eyelashes, behind
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the nose ring and safety-pin earrings, and behind the reefer smoke she was
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blowing in his face, Mulder was somehow intensely attracted to her, like a
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moth to a flame. Despite her garish exterior, she possessed an almost
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magical pull; there was just something about her, hiding behind her harsh
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appearance - a lure of a radiant intelligence, of a deeply hidden passion,
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of an inner beauty...
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Mulder quickly shook off the thought. Not wanting to appear like a
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creep, he asked her, "Well, hello miss. It's rather late to be out
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walking alone like this. Do you require any help?"
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She looked back at him, staring him squarely in the eyes. "Hey, what's
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it to ya, buster? And just what are *you* doing out here?"
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Mulder smiled and pulled out his badge. "Not to worry, miss. My name
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is Fox Mulder, and I'm with the FBI."
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"Pretty snazzy badge, guy," responded the girl, unimpressed. "I bet you
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got that thing just to pick up chicks."
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Mulder grinned and put away the badge. "No miss, that's not exactly my
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style. Now what exactly are you doing here at this time of night? And
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are you feeling okay?"
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"Hey, I don't need no fed asking me questions. What, are you conducting
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some sort of an investigation here or something? Chasing criminals?"
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Mulder smiled as he shook his head. "No miss, no investigations tonight.
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I was just supposed to meet someone..." He stopped himself, although he
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hardly suspected her of being one of them. He just didn't think she'd
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find his story too interesting.
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"Well, looks like you got stood up, eh? Too bad, since... *hack*!" She
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bent over again and started coughing uncontrollably.
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Mulder stepped up to her and gently put his hands on her shoulders.
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"Miss, I'm going to take you to see a doctor. You need help."
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The girl jerked her head back up and stepped away from Mulder. "Hey, I'm
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fine! I don't need to go to a stinking hospital! I'm just a little
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tired..." She then started to stagger about, looking dizzy.
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Mulder approached closer and grabbed her shoulders to keep her from
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falling. "Well then, where do you live? I'll take you home and you
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can get some rest."
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The girl looked at Mulder and grinned. "Home, heh, what's that?"
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"You don't have a place?"
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"Hell, the last place I had, I shared with two dudes and three gals.
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But they were total losers, all of them. And that was back in Cleveland."
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Mulder shook his head, wondering what to do with this girl. Finally, he
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said, "Look - I don't think it's a good idea for you to be hanging out
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here in the middle of nowhere. You can stay at my place for the night,
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and in the morning we can figure out what to do about you."
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"Why, you're a ge-nu-ine prince, Mr. Mulder. Now you wouldn't happen to
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be of those sick perverts, are you?"
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"Only during a full moon, Miss. Then I grow a beard and sprout a pair of
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long canines," replied Mulder, taking her arm in his. "Now what exactly
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is your name?"
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"Tani," said the girl, grinning at his sense of humor.
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"Okay, Tani," said Mulder softly, as he led her away from the bike path.
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He felt her leaning her head and shoulders into him as they proceeded to
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walk together towards his car, locked in step.
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Mulder began to sense that beneath her tough exterior, Tani hid a soft
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and sensitive heart. He figured her appearance was probably just a shell,
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a front she used to keep people away. But away from what, he wondered.
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Tani pulled her arm out of Mulder's and wrapped it around his waist,
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leaning into his chest. It made walking more difficult for the both of
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them, but Mulder didn't mind. It seemed that after her initial period of
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apprehension, she was beginning to warm up to him.
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He stole a glance down at her face, although he could only see the part of
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it that wasn't buried in his coat. But behind the ratty hair and the three
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earrings on her left ear, she exuded a radiant air of sensuality, an
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intoxicatingly pungent scent of womanhood. Or perhaps it was just that
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she hadn't showered in a while.
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11:35 p.m.
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Syracuse, N.Y.
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Dana Scully looked up at the sign by the front entrance to the club.
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"Lady's Night Out," it said. Not exactly a family-type outfit, but this
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was where the clues were supposed to be. She shrugged and stepped inside.
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Scully walked cautiously down the steps and into the dark and smoky
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clubroom. She noticed groups of women sitting around the tables, laughing
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and throwing back drinks. She looked around and wondered who here might
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have been witness to the abduction.
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A young waitress walked by and said to her, "Ma'am, it's a two drink
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minimum. What're you going to have?"
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Scully turned to her and tried to explain, "Actually, I'm just here
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looking for some information."
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"Sorry ma'am, the two drink minimum applies to everyone - just doing my
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job."
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"Oh allright, fine. Give me two ginger ales," said Scully.
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Scully approached a table with three women sitting around it. The women
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were all in their thirties and wearing entirely too much makeup.
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Scully spoke. "Excuse me ladies, but have you heard anything about an
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abduction of a retired man around here recently?"
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One of the women turned briefly in her direction and growled. "Hey
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babe, leave us alone, will ya? the show's almost about to start."
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Flushed, Scully turned around and sat down at an empty table. She started
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eyeing the other women in the club, to see if any of them might be more
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helpful...
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Suddenly, she was bolted from her seat by the loud noise of amplified
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music. Turning towards the source of the sounds, she saw the stage
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lighting up and the women turning and clapping towards it.
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Moments later, she heard the sound of gunshots in the air. Instinctively,
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she reached for her gun. But before she could pull it out, she noticed
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someone stepping out onto the stage.
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Bouncing onto the stage was more like it, actually. Scully was relieved
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to see that it was just a performer, a young man dressed in a cowboy
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outfit complete with fake six-shooters. But upon closer inspection,
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Scully was surprised to find that the guns were nearly the only thing he
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had on. Otherwise, he had only a cowboy hat and a skimpy bikini bottom
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to his credit.
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Scully noticed the women around her suddenly howling and yelling at the
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near-naked performer. Some got up on their chairs and whistled at the
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man, while others twirled scarves and hankies in the air. The man pranced
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out onto the stage and began dancing and gyrating about wildly.
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"Whooo-oooh!" shouted one woman, leaning forward towards the stage.
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"Come to mama, baby!" said another, jumping up and down on her chair.
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"Take it off!" yelled another woman, getting up on a table. She had
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to be pulled off by her friends.
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"Ride'em, cowboy!" yelled another woman, elbowing her way to the front
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of the crowd gathering by the stage.
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"No, ride *ME*, cowboy!" yelled another woman, waving dollar bills in
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the air.
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"Take it off, take it *all* off!" shouted another woman, reaching over
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onto the stage and sticking a roll of dollar bills down the performer's
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bikini briefs.
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Scully was flabbergasted at the display of unadulterated estrogen taking
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place in front of her. She was about to get up and excuse herself from
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the whole mess when the waitress returned and approached her table.
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"Two ginger ales - that'll be eight dollars, ma'am."
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"Eight dollars, for two ginger ales?" asked Scully, looking up
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incredulously.
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"I'm sorry, but I just work here, ma'am," replied the waitress politely.
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Scully begrudgingly looked through her purse and pulled out a ten-dollar
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bill. "Here, keep the change," she said, handing the bill to the waitress.
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"Thank you, ma'am," said the waitress, turning to walk away.
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Just then, it sank in to Scully that the waitress, unlike the lusty women
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in the club, had been quite courteous and polite. Perhaps she might be of
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some help.
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"Uh, excuse me, waitress?" Scully asked, stopping her as she was about to
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leave.
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"Yes, ma'am?" said the waitress, turning around.
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Scully smiled up at her. "You don't need to call me ma'am. I'm special
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agent Dana Scully, with the FBI," she said, flashing her badge. "I'm here
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investigating a case. Perhaps you can help me."
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The waitress approached closer and responded. "Sure, anything I can do to
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help, ma'am, er - Ms. Scully"
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Scully marveled at the waitress's innocence. Even in the dim light,
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she could tell the girl couldn't be much older than twenty-one. Her soft,
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sandy brown hair ran down to her shoulders, framing her youthful
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heart-shaped face like a picture in a treasured locket.
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Somehow, Scully was mysteriously drawn to the warmth of the girl's face,
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which exuded a wonderfully honest and endearing charm. She noticed that
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although the girl wasn't wearing much makeup, her natural beauty shined
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through brighter than any cosmetics could allow.
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"Have a seat, Ms.....," said Scully, as she noticed the waitress's slim but
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curvy figure.
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"Lemma. Lemma Swansong," replied the waitress, grabbing the chair across
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from Scully and seating himself.
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"Lemma - what an interesting name," said Scully, amused.
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"Well, I'm a mathematician. Or a math student, actually. And my mother
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and father were both mathematicians, you see. And their parents before
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them, and their parents' parents, and so on," said Lemma, scooting her
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chair forward. "Now what was this you wanted to ask me about?"
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Scully leaned forward to get a better look at Lemma's eyes. The soft,
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soulful circles appeared to be green, but they could just as well have
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been blue or gray in this light. "Well, Lemma, I'm here investigating the
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circumstances surrounding the disappearance of an old man near U.S. 41,
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just outside of town. They say that all traces of him disappeared, with
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the sole exception of his shoes."
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Lemma's eyes perked up. "Why, you mean Mr. Roberts? that's been the talk
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of the town the past couple of days! I've heard from over a dozen people
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who saw him shortly before he disappeared, Ms. Scully"
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Scully grew fascinated. "Call me Dana. Now what do you know of the
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circumstances surrounding the abduction?"
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Suddenly, the gruff bartender shouted over to Lemma. "Hey honeybuns, I'm
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not paying ya to chat with the customers; go get their orders!"
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Embarrassed, Lemma got up and apologized to Scully. "Ms. Scully, er,
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Dana, I'm sorry, but I have to tend to the tables. If you stick around,
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I can talk to you some more later."
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Scully smiled mischievously towards Lemma, raising a glass. "I'll be
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here," she winked.
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2:45 a.m.
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Washington, D.C.
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Mulder helped Tani up the stairs and into his apartment. As he flicked
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on the lights, Tani marveled at the messy state of his pad.
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"Why, I don't remember a place this messy since I had to sleep in the
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dumpster a coupla months ago," said Tani, kicking pizza boxes out of
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her way.
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Mulder collected up the garbage lying around the floor and cleared up
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the sofa. "I'll sleep on the couch - I always do anyway," he said, smiling.
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He turned a corner and went into the bedroom.
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Mulder fiddled inside the bedroom, and a bed mysteriously popped up out of
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nowhere. Tani wandered around the confusingly laid-out apartment,
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wandering into the bathroom by mistake. Turning around, she found
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herself in the kitchen. It was only when Mulder called to her that she
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finally located the bedroom.
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"Here, the bed hasn't been slept on in quite a while, but it should be
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fine," said Mulder. "You can wash up in there..."
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But before Mulder could finish up his sentence, he noticed that Tani had
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thrown off her jacket and planted herself down on the sofa in the living
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room, turning on the TV. Noticing Mulder approaching, she turned to look
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up at him and said, "Sorry, but I'm an insomniac. Never been able to
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sleep like a normal person."
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Mulder plopped himself down on the sofa next to Tani and replied, "I
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know just what you mean. I have the exact same problem myself."
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* * *
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Scully watched as the last of the women filed out of the club, staggering
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and helping each other towards the door. Lemma carried away the
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remaining empties and made her way back to Scully's table, taking a
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seat across from Scully.
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"So, did you enjoy the show?" asked Lemma.
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"Well, it was... different," said Scully, uncertain whether she even
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understood the show or not, much less enjoyed it.
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"Well, you know," continued Lemma, "it's a real popular attraction for the
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ladies. It's not exactly *my* cup of tea, but the job helps pay the bills.
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An education can be pretty expensive these days. You see, I'm working on
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my master's in applied mathematics, Ms. Scully."
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Scully smiled, charmed by Lemma's openness and sprightly energy. "That's
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Dana - remember, you can call me Dana," she said, gazing into Lemma's deep,
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entrancing eyes. "So tell me, Lemma, going to school during the day and
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working nights - how do you manage to have any fun?"
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Lemma blushed and responded, "Well, Ms. Scully, er, Dana, I suppose it *is*
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kind of difficult to meet people, working such late hours and all. In fact,
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it can get downright lonely sometimes. But I do manage."
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Almost subconsciously, Scully reached over across the table and placed her
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hand on top of Lemma's. Lemma was a bit startled, and started to pull her
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hand back. But then she saw Scully's reassuring smile and relaxed her
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hand, leaving it in place. A bit embarrassed, she looked down at the
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table, then raised her head again briefly to steal a glance at Scully.
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She noticed Scully gazing at her admiringly with a sweet smile on her face.
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Feeling suddenly flustered, Lemma cleared her throat and turned the topic
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of conversation back to the investigation. "Ahem, Ms. Scully - er, Dana,
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sorry, there I go again. Now you wanted to know more about Mr.
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Robertson's abduction?"
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Scully moved her hand off Lemma's, then ran her forefinger down the length
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of Lemma's pinkie. "That's right, Lemma. You say you heard from people
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who saw Mr. Robertson shortly before he was abducted?"
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"Yes, Ms... er, Dana. He was seen leaving the church last Sunday, around 2
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in the afternoon. Several people saw him walking home - he lives no more
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than a couple of miles from the church. But some friends went to call on
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him later in the day and he wasn't home. And no one's seen him since."
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Scully paused to admire Lemma's voluptuous full red lips as they formed
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her words, delivered in the clearest and softest voice she had ever heard.
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She began to slide into a trance brought on by Lemma's mesmerizing voice,
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when the manager suddenly interceded. "Hey lady, we're closing here. Go
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home and give it a rest, will ya?"
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Surprised, Lemma glanced back at the manager, then looked back at Scully.
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"Um, Ms. Dana, perhaps you could come back tomorrow night, and we could
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talk some more then?"
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Scully looked back at her with longing eyes and said, "Well, why don't I
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drive you home? My car's parked just outside."
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Lemma was a bit hesitant, but she thought Scully looked sincere. And
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besides, she had been such a dear... "Okay, I'll just finish up here, and
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we can be on our way."
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Several minutes later, Scully and Lemma got into the Taurus. They left
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the parking lot and drove east. Lemma pointed the way towards a park a
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short distance away, and Scully pulled up in front of a modest trailer.
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Scully stepped out and noticed some heads popping out from neighboring
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trailers and glancing in her direction. As soon as she turned to look at
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them, however, they quickly disappeared back inside.
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Shaking her head, Scully turned back towards Lemma, who unlocked the door
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to her trailer. She pointed the way in, saying "It may not be much, but
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it's home. Won't you come in for a spot of tea?"
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Scully grinned like the Cheshire cat. "Why, I'd be delighted, Lemma."
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* * *
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Mulder handed Tani the remote, then got up and walked over to the kitchen
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to boil some water. "Tani, do you want some coffee or tea?" he asked.
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"Got any Wild Turkey?" she asked.
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"Coffee it is, then," replied Mulder wryly.
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Several minutes later, Mulder curled up next to Tani, placing the two
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coffee mugs down on the table. "So, Tani, why don't you tell me a bit more
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about yourself?"
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"What do you want to know?" she asked, picking up a mug and sipping the
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dark black coffee.
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"Well, how about telling me how you ended up here in D.C.?"
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Tani leaned back in the sofa, taking a deep breath. She started, "well,
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Fox,"
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"Call me Mulder," he interjected.
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Tani gave him a funny look, then continued. "Okay, Mulder, see - it's
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like this. I started out in Duluth, where I grew up. My older brother, he
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played in a local rock band. I jammed with his band once in a while,
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playing drums. But later, when they decided to take their act on the road,
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that was splitsville. They took a drummer with 'em that was old enough to
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get into the bars where they'd play."
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"So I hung around town for a while, playing with a couple of bands here
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and there. But I eventually got bored with those losers - I wanted to get
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around, see the sights. So I hit the road and started hitching from town
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to town, playing with the odd band here and there."
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"And so you ended up here," said Mulder. Eyeing her suspiciously, he
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asked, "do you really play the drums?"
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Tani chuckled, and reached down to the floor to dig inside her jacket.
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She pulled out a pair of drumsticks and proudly waved them in front
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of Mulder. She then promptly began drumming on Mulder's coffee table.
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She struck notes on the wooden surface, the half-empty coffee mugs, and
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then on Mulder's knee. She giggled and looked up into his eyes.
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Smiling, Mulder took the drumsticks from Tani's hands and began slowly
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strumming them on her knees, then her thighs, and then her shoulders. He
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said jokingly, "so, you have a gig here yet?"
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"Not just yet. For now, I just figured I'd hook up with a cute guy
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who'd be understanding and supportive of my career goals," she said coyly.
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"Well, I guess you got lucky then," said Mulder, leaning towards her. He
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felt her warmth as she also leaned towards him, first rubbing her thighs
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against his, then her elbows, and then her shoulders. Her face approached
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his, and he turned his head slightly and aimed his smackers towards her
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purple lips.
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Soon, Mulder's lips were locked in a passionate kiss with Tani's, and his
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hands wrapped themselves around her head and neck. Tani's hands started
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wandering over Mulder's back, feeling out every one of his sleek muscles.
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Mulder pulled Tani towards him, laying her down on the couch on her back.
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His hands started wandering around her body, exploring her hair, her
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shoulders, her back. They drifted lower, to the small of her back, the
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curve of her hips, her thighs, her feet. Ouch, he cried quietly to
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himself, those darn spurs on her boots...
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* * *
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Scully entered the modest trailer, which was surprisingly immaculate.
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Not a single dirty pan or plate could be seen anywhere, and Scully was
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suitably impressed. Looking around further, she noticed that although the
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trailer was small, it had a nice, homey feeling to it, like the place was
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actually lived in. Perhaps the crochet stitchings and Norman Rockwell
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prints on the walls had something to do with it.
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"Won't you please sit down and make yourself comfortable?" said Lemma,
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putting away her purse and reaching for a tea kettle. "Would you like some
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coffee or tea?"
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"Tea would be delightful," responded Scully, sitting down on the old
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but tastefully covered up couch. She eyed the surroundings and realized
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this was probably just how she'd decorate a trailer - if she were to ever
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live in a trailer, that is.
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Scully observed Lemma as she came over with the tea platter and sat down
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next to her on the couch. Scully sensed that Lemma recognized the mutual
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attraction, but she still seemed a bit nervous. Well, I'll change that
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in no time, she thought.
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Scully scooted over closer to Lemma, and was pleased to see that Lemma
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didn't move away. Scully then subtly rubbed her thighs and hips with
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Lemma's, and noticed Lemma beginning to blush. She decided to play to the
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situation, taking the initiative.
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"So, Lemma, it must be rather lonely in here, living in this trailer all
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by yourself," said Scully. She pretended to stir the sugar in her tea,
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while gauging Lemma's reaction out of the corner of her eye.
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"Well, it's not so bad, actually... I have my neighbors and all. They're
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really quite friendly, especially Mrs. Johnson next door. We're the best
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of friends; she comes over a lot, and we chat all the time."
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Damn, this line wasn't working, thought Scully. She decided to adopt
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another approach. "Um.., Lemma, tell me - do you remember when you were
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young, and you and your girlfriends would share each other's innermost
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secrets?"
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"Why, sure, I remember," replied Lemma, smiling. "It wasn't that long ago
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that my high school girlfriends and I would gather together in my bedroom,
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telling each other our secrets until we got tired and went to sleep."
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"Well, Lemma, we can do that too," said Scully coyly. "Why don't we share
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our deepest, innermost secrets with each other? I promise not to tell your
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secrets to anyone else, and I trust you won't tell mine to anyone either,"
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said Scully seductively.
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"Um, I'm not sure, Ms. Scully..." said Lemma hesitantly.
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"Well, if you're not comfortable telling me your secrets yet, why don't I
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start off," said Scully, batting her eyelashes. "Why, I remember when I
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was younger, about your age right now, about the time I was a senior in
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college. I remember I had many, many girlfriends, but there was this one
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special friend I had, who was ever so dear to me."
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"I remember we'd do everything together. We were the best of friends, and
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we were inseparable. And we swore we'd never ever let a man get between us.
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Because, you know, men are evil. They only want one thing, which is what
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we have. They don't truly understand love, real love. They don't
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understand the honest, genuine love that two open-minded women can share.
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They can't possibly understand that only a woman can truly ever love
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another woman."
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Scully leaned closer to Lemma, but Lemma pulled her head away slightly, as
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if still holding on to a glimmer of doubt. She was about to speak, but
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Scully cut her off and continued her soliloquy.
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"I'm speaking of the deep, beautiful, sincerest form of love that comes
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from the heart, Lemma. That's something a man can never feel, because he
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doesn't have the inner beauty and harmony that we women posses. And in
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order for us to truly explore and understand this love, Lemma, we must
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give in, give in to our passion for each other, our innermost desires.
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We must revel in the beauty of two women joining and becoming one, sharing
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their deepest needs and wants, entwining their fantasies and their
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realities. They must bond together and become one, Lemma."
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And with that, Scully locked her lips on Lemmas, as she felt the heat
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pulsing through Lemma's veins. She put her arms around Lemma's neck and
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embraced her, and she felt Lemma doing the same to her.
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* * *
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Mulder reached down and unbuckled Tani's snakeskin belt. He then peeled
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back Tani's cutoff jeans like a grapefruit, pulling them down beneath her
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ankles. They got caught in her boot spurs, and Mulder tugged and yanked
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them to pull them free. Unfortunately, Mulder heard a ripping sound, and
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the torn shorts came loose in Mulder's hands. "Oops," he muttered.
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"It's okay," said Tani, as she reached down to unbutton his shirt.
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The button holes on his denim shirt were too small, however, and Tani
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muttered under her breath as she struggled to guide a button through the
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opening. She swore at the shirt's manufacturer, growing ever more
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|
frustrated. Finally, she gritted her teeth and gathered up all her
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|
strength, ripping the shirt off Mulder's chest.
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Mulder was startled, but he didn't let it slow their pace. He reached
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over to grab the bottom of Tani's T-shirt, and pulled it over her head,
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revealing a sexy black bra underneath. He then lowered his hands and
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|
grabbed a stocking, pulling and rolling it down to her ankles. He lifted
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it off her foot and then did the same to the other stocking. Lowering
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|
himself to remove the second stocking from her feet, he suddenly realized
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|
that Tani probably hadn't bathed in quite a while. However, the musky
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|
smell only made him want her even more.
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Tani bent down and undid Mulder's pants, sliding them effortlessly off
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his legs. She noticed he was wearing red silk boxer shorts with little
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hearts on them - her favorite kind. She pulled on the elastic on the
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shorts, pulling them down to reveal the throbbing treasure inside.
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Mulder reached over Tani's back and fumbled with her bra. He swore at
|
|
the man who designed these contraptions, wondering why they were always
|
|
so much trouble to remove in the heat of passion. Grumbling, he finally
|
|
managed to undo the hooks, and slipped off the bra over Tani's head. But
|
|
as Tani tried to pull her arm out, the cups entwined her neck, and she
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|
started gasping. Only a quick recovery by Mulder kept her face from
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turning as blue as Mulder's denim shirt.
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Recovering, Mulder then reached down and pulled down her panties, noticing
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a tattoo on the inside of her right thigh. It said "Bubba."
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Mulder bent over her and laid her down on the sofa on her back. He
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|
reached down and gently kissed her lips, and then her cheeks. Soon, his
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smooch began to wander over her body. Her chin was next, then her nose,
|
|
her ears, her neck, her elbow, the back of her knees...
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Finally, Mulder reached down and approached her precious flower, her
|
|
womanhood, her dark cavern, her tunnel of love... She separated her
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|
creamy white thighs (and they *were* like real cream, not the cheap
|
|
half-and-half mix of cream and milk, but the genuine 100% cream,
|
|
full of milkfat)...
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Mulder gently kissed the inside of her thighs, working his way up to the
|
|
buried treasure chest. He noticed yet another tattoo on her left thigh,
|
|
saying "Goose." Ignoring it, Mulder climbed yet higher, finally reaching
|
|
the valley of passion, the hidden caves of lust, the gates of delirium.
|
|
He cautiously parted its doors with his fingers, lingering in the
|
|
odoriferous lobby before plunging his tongue into the depths of its
|
|
sacred halls.
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|
Soon, Mulder's tongue was exploring every corner of the love box, as if
|
|
engaging in a long overdue spring cleaning. And while Mulder normally
|
|
wasn't exactly a spic-and-span type of guy, he was certainly doing a
|
|
thorough enough job of it here, and Tani was appreciating every minute
|
|
of it.
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|
After several minutes of mopping up everything around it, Mulder finally
|
|
landed on the jewel, the prize package of her cereal box. He caressed the
|
|
small bulbous crest of her womanhood, the focal point of her feminine
|
|
desires. A fire erupted inside Tani, as Mulder's tongue lashed out at her
|
|
like a flame licking up from a burning torch.
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|
Mulder lifted his head back up and crawled forward on Tani's taut belly.
|
|
He made his way up to her lips and kissed her, as she embraced him tightly.
|
|
She could feel his tongue creeping into her mouth, exploring every
|
|
millimeter of it... His tongue meshed with hers, jousted with it, and
|
|
felt out the outline of her teeth. Exploring further, he found a bit of
|
|
a candy bar stuck in her back teeth, apparently several days old. Hmm, it
|
|
still tasted sweet, he thought.
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|
|
|
>From there, his tongue found its way to the roof of her palate, to the
|
|
back of her mouth, down the back of her throat, and down her windpipe...
|
|
Oops, perhaps a bit too far, thought Mulder, and promptly withdrew his
|
|
tongue back into his own mouth.
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|
He climbed on top of her, and Tani could feel the warmth of his
|
|
manhood rubbing against her thigh. It felt like someone had been leaning
|
|
over her with a hot dog, and accidentally let the wiener fall out of
|
|
the bun and onto her leg. Only, it was a huge wiener - more like a
|
|
summer sausage - hmm... that wasn't it either; it was actually closer to
|
|
a salami, one of those big tan things seen hanging in the butcher shop...
|
|
|
|
Tani parted her thighs apart like the pages of a well-worn book, inviting
|
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Mulder to enter the warm pleasure zone. Their hearts pounded with
|
|
anticipation.
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* * *
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Lemma eased herself onto the bed, as Scully gently pulled off the
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waitress skirt. Scully removed her own jacket and threw it behind her,
|
|
as she climbed onto the bed by Lemma's feet. She bent down and pulled
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|
off Lemma's left stocking, then her right. She then reached down and
|
|
undid her own skirt, letting it drop to the foot of the bed.
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|
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|
Scully crawled up closer to Lemma, and undid the buttons on Lemma's
|
|
blouse. As Lemma breathed deeply, Scully pulled the blouse over her
|
|
head and arms, then threw it back over her shoulder. Scully then
|
|
removed her own blouse, and tossed it behind her between her legs.
|
|
|
|
Scully then bent over Lemma and slid her hands under her back, unclasping
|
|
her bra. She apparently had a rather easy time of it, and the bra was
|
|
loose in a fraction of a second. Scully lifted the bra over Lemma's arms,
|
|
admiring the full curve of her creamy breasts. They looked as enticing as
|
|
a pair of frosted sweet rolls on a silver platter.
|
|
|
|
Scully then reached down and pulled Lemma's panties off, revealing the
|
|
moist brown forest nestled between her soft tan legs. Scully stopped to
|
|
breathe in the deep fragrance of the jungle, then proceeded to throw the
|
|
panties back over her shoulder.
|
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|
|
Scully then deftly removed her own bra, exposing her own pert breasts to
|
|
a smiling Lemma. She then removed her panties and threw then behind
|
|
her, under her left arm this time. "Wow, Dana - you really *are* a
|
|
redhead," exclaimed Lemma.
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|
Scully smiled and eased herself back down on the bed, as she caressed
|
|
Lemma's thighs with her fingertips. Lemma sighed softly as she lay back
|
|
on the bed, appreciating Scully's soft touch. Scully noticed that Lemma
|
|
still seemed a tad tense to the touch - but she figured she would take
|
|
care of that soon enough.
|
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|
Scully lowered herself still further, and maneuvered herself between
|
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Lemma's thighs. She gently parted Lemma's legs apart, and began rubbing
|
|
the insides of her thighs, making little looping circles in the direction
|
|
of her lush caverns.
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|
Scully sensed that Lemma was beginning to become more relaxed, and figured
|
|
she was ready. She pulled herself up close to Lemma's folds and kissed
|
|
them gently. She slowly parted the pink passion flaps with her fingers,
|
|
and kissed the insides of the open lips.
|
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|
Looking up, she saw Lemma moaning softly with pleasure. Scully realized
|
|
Lemma had at last given in completely, finally submitting herself to
|
|
total passion. Scully dove in eagerly for the enticing feast.
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* * *
|
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Mulder reached down to grab Tani's hips, then gently inserted his manly
|
|
extension into her warm, inviting interior. Tani squealed with pleasure
|
|
as she felt him entering her drawing room, dropping in ever so slowly to
|
|
say hello.
|
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|
Mulder thrust his third leg in fully into Tani's chamber, and was
|
|
rewarded with a quick "Ooh" from Tani. From her vantage point, his
|
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appendage seemed a mile long, like a telephone pole, like a mighty
|
|
douglas fir - only with no leaves.
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|
Mulder began the rhythmic strokes, and Tani reached up to brace herself on
|
|
his shoulders. Together, they rocked back and forth, gently at first,
|
|
like a leaf swaying in the wind. They then they progressed into long
|
|
steady strokes, like waves in the ocean. Then the rocking intensified as
|
|
they began wheezing and puffing, like an engine cylinder with a
|
|
blown gasket.
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|
After a few minutes in the prone position, they shifted around. Mulder
|
|
climbed off of Tani and sat down on the couch, and she got up and
|
|
maneuvered herself onto his lap. She parted her legs and sat herself down
|
|
on the saluting flagpole, feeling it climb inside her like a hand digging
|
|
inside a nearly empty pickle jar.
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|
Gently, Tani began the vertical motion, balancing herself with her hands
|
|
on Mulder's shoulders. The stroke was smooth and straight at first, as
|
|
she rode him like a bicycle pump. Then the stroke turned into a rocking
|
|
motion back and forth, as she rode him like a cradle. Then the ride became
|
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wilder, as her mount turned into a bucking bronco. A little later, the
|
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strokes sped up even faster, and she rode him like a jackhammer.
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|
Finding herself on the ride of her life, Tani intensified her grip on
|
|
Mulder's shoulders, as he grabbed her derriere and propelled her up and
|
|
down the elevator shaft. She pulled him closer to her, embracing him
|
|
around his neck, burying Mulder's face in her heaving breasts. Mulder
|
|
nearly suffocated from the lack of oxygen, but that didn't keep him from
|
|
bouncing Tani up and down in his lap.
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|
The momentum kept building, as Tani bounced up higher and higher, faster
|
|
and faster, like a kid on a trampoline. Tani and Mulder panted and
|
|
breathed in gasping spurts, as their complete attention and energy
|
|
focused on the rocking ride. Tani's passions drove her to the point of
|
|
insanity, fanning her flames of ecstasy. She felt a maddeningly intense
|
|
fit of pleasure, driving her to the edge of consciousness, until she
|
|
felt she could take no more.
|
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|
|
Mulder likewise felt the pleasure building up in his manly center,
|
|
welling up into a bomb, a rocket, an orbital booster ready to launch off
|
|
into space at any moment. It was all he could do to keep his attention
|
|
focused on Tani, as he felt his body taking over, obeying only his most
|
|
basic animal instincts. He felt the tension building up within him,
|
|
like a ripe melon about to erupt, like a water balloon filled to the point
|
|
of bursting, like a link sausage being squeezed by a steam roller.
|
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|
Then, in an intense fit of madness, their passions exploded. Stars went
|
|
off in Tani's head, as she was sent spiraling up into a geosynchronous
|
|
orbit. She marveled at the stars and galaxies roaming about, as she
|
|
gasped to recover her senses.
|
|
|
|
Mulder wrenched a couple of times, releasing his pent-up juices into
|
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Tani's love canal. He felt his passion rising up into Tani's embrace, as
|
|
intense pleasure swelled throughout his body like a shot of 200-proof vodka.
|
|
He lurched a couple of more times, then sank back on the couch. He felt
|
|
both fulfilled and spent at the same time, like a lemon with all its
|
|
juices squeezed out. He took a deep breath, as Tani sighed and sank her
|
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face into his chest.
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* * *
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Scully rolled onto her back, drawing Lemma closer to her. She grabbed
|
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Lemma's hand and pulled it up to her chest, guiding it around her left
|
|
breast and onto her nipple. She then led Lemma's forefinger into circles
|
|
around the nipple, now as erect and straight as a London palace guard. She
|
|
then pulled Lemma's other hand up to her mouth and kissed it gently,
|
|
sucking on each individual finger in turn.
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|
Lemma crawled up next to Scully, and bent her head forward to lock her
|
|
lips with Scully's. Their mouths opened, and Lemma's tongue met Scully's,
|
|
exchanging greetings in the doorway. The tongues visited Scully's house,
|
|
exploring every nook and cranny, and did the same with Lemma's. The
|
|
tongues danced together, intertwined, forming a ribbon, a braid, then a
|
|
pretzel.
|
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|
|
Lemma finally unlocked her lips from Scully's, and slithered back down on
|
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the bed. She climbed atop Scully's legs, as Scully spread her thighs wide
|
|
apart. Lemma buried her face beneath Scully's equator, and only her soft
|
|
brown hair remained visible from Scully's vantage point.
|
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|
|
Lemma explored Scully's love channel as Scully had done with hers. She
|
|
gently strolled around the neighborhood, approaching the front yard
|
|
carefully and deliberately. She crept up ever so slowly to the front door,
|
|
gently caressing the doorway. She then parted the doors aside, and threw
|
|
herself headfirst into the lobby.
|
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|
|
She buried herself in the warmth and sweetness of Scully's honeybucket,
|
|
visiting every microinch of her moist and flavorful fruit basket. She
|
|
pulled Scully's legs up above her shoulders as she burrowed her face and
|
|
tongue further and further into Scully's love box.
|
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|
|
Lemma felt Scully rocking back and forth as she reeled from the passion
|
|
of Lemma's licks. She moaned out in pleasure, and gently ran her fingers
|
|
through Lemma's hair. She alternately tightened and released her muscles
|
|
as Lemma teased her and toyed with her pleasure center, like a little girl
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playing 'keep-away' with a puppy.
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Eventually, the passion inside Scully began to build, as the heat and
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tension around her love zone began to mount. The tension turned into
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madness, then into delirium, as the fit of passion overcame her and
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pulsated through every inch of her body. Scully felt her body form
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goose bumps from the fits of pleasure, her every nerve ending saturated
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by an intense ray of blinding ecstasy. Finally, she exploded in a
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cataclysmic firework of a climax, a coda fortissimo, her entire body
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convulsing in the aftermath.
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It seemed to take Scully forever to recover from the sensory overload.
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She paused to take a deep breath, then noticed Lemma scooting up next to
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her with a big grin on her face. Lying there and stroking Lemma's hair,
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Scully spoke. "Well, Lemma, I think I finally believe in aliens -
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because this night with you was really out of this world!"
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THE END
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(Hey, I warned you about this! :^)
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Steven Han - shan@nyx.cs.du.edu - finger for PGP key
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Hello, world!
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