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Subject: NEW X-Files Story:  "Incubus" by DG  (2/3)
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			      "Incubus"
			An Erotic X-Files Story
			        by DG

			        Part 2


    Trudi stared at the clock above the classroom door, willing the =

second hand to click one more time.  It had already been one of the =

longest days of her life, spent trying to ignore the stares and giggles =

of the students who had heard rumors about the incident at the Road =

Pantry and trying to figure out what the hell she was going to say to =

Gene, and it was still only 2:59 pm.  =

     There had been plenty of time to reflect on the incident during =

the past two days, since she had been grounded - confined to her room =

with no phone privileges.  Her mother had even kept her out of school =

and stayed home from work to keep an eye on her yesterday.  Her face =

flushed with shame as she remembered the horrified look on her mothers =

face when she had arrived to pick her up late Saturday night at the =

police station.  It had taken hours of tearful screaming and yelling on =

Trudi's part before her mother had even begun to consider the =

possibility that she had been put under some kind of spell, and if the =

guy from the FBI hadn't called Trudi might still be in her room.  =

     The funny thing was this:  not all of her feelings about the =

incident were negative.  Not by a long shot.  Whenever she tried to =

concentrate on what had happened, the feelings of guilt were soon pushed =

aside by memories of the incredible sexual feelings she had experienced. =
 =

Although she clearly remembered being sexually aroused, the specifics of =

what had happened were fuzzy - she could only recall little bits and =

pieces, like tiny, vivid flashbacks.  Putting her lips around Vince's =

cock for the first time and being startled by its warmth.  The intense =

look of animal pleasure on Vince's face while he was fucking her.  The =

truth was, Trudi felt that a whole new world had opened up for her, and =

she suspected that life was going to be a lot more interesting from now =

on.
     However, for now she still had to deal with the considerable =

negative fallout.  At the moment, her greatest concern was her boyfriend =

Gene.  Her mother hadn't even let her call him to let him know what had =

happened, so God knows what he was thinking.  A queasy knot formed in =

her stomach at the thought of Gene hearing all the nasty rumors going =

around school.  Just my luck, she thought.  I'm finally ready for sex, =

and my boyfriend is probably going to dump me.
     The clock performed its double click, and the bell signifying the =

end of another school day at Hallville High rang out joyously, =

interrupting the teacher's half-hearted attempt to explain the quadratic =

equation for what seemed like the hundredth time that year.  =

     Trudi grabbed her already-packed knapsack and headed for the door, =

ignoring the shouted last-second homework instructions that she usually =

copied down religiously.  She had bigger problems to deal with than =

algebra homework, she thought to herself as pushed her way out the door. =
 =

Maybe Gene hadn't heard the stories yet and she could do some damage =

control.  =

     Figuring that looking her best wouldn't hurt, she was wearing a =

short green skirt which accentuated her long, slender legs, and a tight =

white t-shirt which showed off her high, round breasts.  As she half-
walked, half-ran down the hall she was oblivious to the many admiring =

glances that came her way, not all of them from students. =

     While she was standing in front of her locker, she suddenly heard =

Amy Archer calling her name.  She groaned inwardly - for once she didn't =

feel like talking to her best friend.
     "Trudiiiii.....  I can't believe it!  Where have you been all day!  =

Oh my God, is it true?  You are such a slut!  You are such a bad girl!  =

I want to hear everything, and I mean everything!"  This was delivered =

in an urgent hiss.
     Amy's cute, perfectly made-up face was suffused with a combination =

of delight and awe.  Nothing impressed her more than wanton sexual =

escapades, and she had been diligently trying to impart this outlook on =

life to Trudi for months.  Now it seemed like all her work had paid off. =
 =

At least she had the sense to keep her voice down.
     "Yes it's true, but it's not like it sounds.  Oh God Amy, can we =

talk about it later?  I've got to find Gene - have you seen him?"
      Although Amy thought that Gene was kind of boring, and that =

having a steady boyfriend cramped ones style, she had the decency to =

look concerned.  =

     "No, I haven't seen him today.  Haven't you talked to him?"
     "I think he's avoiding me," said Trudi.  She slammed her locker =

shut and headed for the exit, Amy in tow.  "Maybe I can catch him in the =

parking lot."  =

     Amy could see that her best friend was near to tears, and she felt =

a stab of real sympathy.  She and Trudi were extremely close, so close, =

in fact, that Amy was starting to have some feelings for her that went =

beyond friendship.  Not that she was planning to say anything to Trudi =

about it, of course.  =

     As they went out the side exit into the parking lot, Trudi saw =

Gene walking toward his blue Camaro, which was parked in its usual spot =

at the back of the lot.  After promising Amy that she would call her as =

soon as she could, Trudi ran after him, reaching the car just as he was =

about to get in.  =

     "Gene, wait!  I've got to talk to you...please..."
     Gene stood with the open car door between them, a mixture of =

emotions fighting for control of his face.  He was a thin young man with =

a pale face and thick black hair.  Although he was actually rather good =

looking, he was very quiet and reserved by nature, and he had spent his =

three years of high school on the fringes of the social scene.  Asking =

out a pretty and popular girl like Trudi had been totally out of =

character for him, and he now had the sneaking suspicion that he had =

been made a fool of. =

     "I was worried about you," he said finally.
     "Thanks... I'm all right, I guess.  Have you heard all the =

stories?"
     "You might say that.  Hard to believe, though."  The expression on =

his face said that he believed it all too well.
     "Let's drive somewhere and talk about, OK?  I know what you must =

be thinking, but I really didn't cheat on you.  I mean, I sort of did =

but I really didn't."
     A gust of wind ruffled Genes hair as he stood motionless staring =

at Trudi.  Then a clap of thunder, very close, made them both flinch.
     "Come on Gene - it's going to rain.  Besides, don't you think I =

deserve the chance to at least try and explain?"  =

     Gene glanced up at the sky, which had grown ominously dark, and =

finally relented.
     "OK, get in."
     Trudi quickly jumped into the passenger seat and tossed her =

knapsack into the back of the Camaro.  Gene turned the key and the car =

roared to life, emitting a cloud of blue smoke from the tailpipe.  After =

two deafening backfires, the engine settled down to a angry, vibrating =

rumble.
     "Car's running great, sweetie."
     Gene grunted something about the carburetor as he pulled out of =

the lot.  The first drops of rain began spattering against the =

windshield as they headed north, away from the center of town.  Trudi =

collected her thoughts and was about to speak when Gene broke the =

silence.
     "Your mom called me yesterday and told me what happened.  She said =

somebody hypnotized you or something, and made you... do things with =

your boss right there in the store. Is that what happened?"
     "My MOM called you?"  =

     "Yep.  She said you were grounded but that she didn't want me to =

hear about it from the kids at school.  Pretty cool of her, actually."
     Trudi felt a rush of gratitude towards her mother, who she would =

have gladly strangled a few times during the past two days.
     "I was hypnotized, Gene, I swear.  It was the weirdest fucking =

thing that's ever happened to me.  I didn't want it to happen, but I =

couldn't stop myself."
     Gene looked over at her and his expression softened.  "OK, I just =

wanted to hear it from you.  I believe you, Trudi.  I just want to hear =

exactly what happened."
     Tears of relief came to Trudi=D5s face.  "I'll tell you everything I=
 =

remember, but it's all just jumbled up images.  It's like waking up and =

trying to remember a weird dream you were having."
     As they drove through the increasingly heavy rain, Trudi related =

everything she could remember about the incident.  She was basically =

truthful, although she didn't tell him how much she had enjoyed the sex. =
 =

When she finished, Gene looked over a her, but before he could speak a =

sheet of heavy rain splattered against the windshield and drummed on the =

roof, cutting the visibility down to almost zero.  Gene pulled off the =

highway onto a muddy dirt road and parked under a tree.  They sat there =

for a few minutes listening to the rain pounding on the car and watching =

the sheets of water running down the windows.
     "Just like being in the car wash," said Trudi.
     Gene had a thoughtful look on his face.  "So you and that guy =

Vince did all the things we didn't do yet," he said with a rueful smile.
     Trudi smiled back at him.  He seemed to be taking this much better =

than she had ever expected.  She slid over next to him on the seat and =

kissed his cheek.
     "But I hardly remember it, sweetie.  And you believe me when I say =

that I didn't do it on purpose, right?"
     Instead of answering, Gene kissed her softly on the lips.  Trudi =

closed her eyes and returned the kiss, making it last.  What started out =

as a kiss of forgiveness slowly turned more passionate.  Trudi opened =

her mouth and felt Genes tongue meet hers, and she slid her hand around =

the back of his neck to pull him even closer.  She felt his warm hand =

rubbing her back, and she twisted slightly, offering her breast.
     As he cupped her breast she leaned forward, pressing it firmly =

into his hand, and she felt her nipple harden and push against his palm =

through her bra and thin t-shirt.  Gene began rubbing his palm across =

her nipple, and she moaned and bit his lower lip gently.
     "That feels so good."
     Gene looked at her searchingly.  This was about as far as they had =

gone in the past, and many a mild argument had started at this point.  =

Trudi made a sudden decision.  Taking her hand from behind Genes neck, =

she slowly trailed it down his chest and then let it settle in his lap.  =

She immediately felt the bulge of his incipient erection, and she gave =

it a gentle squeeze.
     "Well, what have we here?"
     "Someone I've been dying to have you meet."
     Trudi giggled.  "Is that right?  Well maybe it's time I got =

acquainted with the little fellow."
     "Hey, watch who you call little."
     She unzipped his fly and carefully worked his cock out of his =

jeans.  It increased in size before her eyes, like one of those time-
lapse films of plants growing.
     "I think he likes you," said Gene.
     "Mmmm, I think it's mutual."  Trudi examined his cock closely.  It =

was about as long as Vince's, but not as thick.  She ran her finger =

gently up and down from the tip to the base, exploring its topography =

and texture.  "Looks yummy," she thought to herself.  Gene shuddered and =

stifled a gasp.
     "That tickles, Trude!"
     "Aww, poor baby." Trudi was having fun now - this time she was in =

control.  She gripped the shaft more firmly in her fist and began =

working it around in slow circles.  Gene groaned appreciatively.
     "That's more like it." =

     Trudi squirmed around on the seat without letting go, tucking one =

leg underneath her and ending up so that they were almost face to face.  =

As she continued to play with his cock, Gene slid his hand under her =

shirt and squeezed her breasts through her bra.
     "It unhooks in front."
     Gene didn=D5t need any further encouragement.  He opened the clasp =

with creditable dexterity considering the circumstances, and lifted the =

bra upwards, releasing her breasts.  As he kneaded and stroked them =

hungrily, Trudi noticed that his breathing had become noticeably =

heavier.  =

     Trudi was rather proud of her breasts, and she was feeling sooo =

horny.  Impulsively, she pulled her t-shirt over her head and removed =

her bra.  Gene let out a long sigh of appreciation.
     "God, Trude, those are beautiful.  You're beautiful."  He smiled =

at her.  "You look like a mermaid."
     Trudi looked down at her green skirt and giggled.  She rotated her =

torso back and forth, causing her tits to swing back and forth in a =

gentle arc.
     "Glad you like them."
     Gene leaned his head forward and caught one of her breasts with =

his mouth.  He sucked gently, pulling in the nipple and then swirling =

around it with his tongue.
     Trudi caught her breath.  "Ohhhh, that feels good.... don't stop."  =

     "I won't if you won't," came the muffled reply.
     Trudi suddenly realized that she had been neglecting her new =

friend, and she grabbed it again and gave it a healthy squeeze.  Gene =

responded by gently biting her nipple, which sent a jolt of pleasure =

shooting through her body.  She could feel her pussy opening up like a =

flower, and she knew her panties must be getting damp.  =

     After a few minutes, Gene groaned and lifted his head.
     "Trude, I really think I'm gonna come...  is that OK?"  =

     Trudi looked down at his cock.  The head had turned a darker red =

color, and it glistened with a sheen of moisture, which had also coated =

her hand.  =

     She lifted her hand to her mouth licked her palm.  The taste was =

salty, and not at all unpleasant.  Suddenly, a vivid image of her =

kneeling in front of Vince with his cock filling her mouth flashed into =

her mind.  For a second, she could actually feel every detail, down to =

the sensation of her bare knees pressing on the cold linoleum floor, and =

then the image was gone.
     "Trude, baby, all it would take is a little more stroking..."  =

Genes voice had a ragged note of desperation in it.  =

     Trudi remembered what Amy had told her about men's needs, and she =

suddenly felt sorry for him.
     "I can do better than that," she whispered, looking into his eyes.  =

     Before she could chicken out, she lowered her head down into his =

lap and closed her mouth around the head of his cock.  Gene groaned and =

bucked his hips upward, driving himself all the way to the back of her =

throat and making her gag.  Amy had warned her about that, too.
     "This is my first real blow job, Gene, so sit still."
     "Oh God...I'll try."
     Trudi returned to work, and after a few awkward moments she was =

able to synchronize the bobbing of her head with Gene's hip movements.  =

She could hear animal groaning noises from Gene over the slick slurping =

sounds from her own mouth, and she realized for the first time what a =

privilege it was to be able to give someone so much pleasure.  "I could =

definitely learn to enjoy this," she thought to herself.
     "UUUUNNNNHHHHH...."  =

     Suddenly she felt jets of thick fluid hitting the back off her =

throat,  and her mouth filled with a hot, salty taste.  She gagged as =

she reflexively swallowed some of it, but she managed to keep going =

until he was done.  For a few seconds they just sat there, breathing =

heavily and listening to the rain beating on the roof of the car.  =

     "I'm sorry Trude - I should have warned you when I was going to =

come."
     Trudi giggled.  "Nah, that would have just made me nervous.  How =

was it - did I do OK?"  As if she didn't know.
     Gene kissed her.  "It was incredible."
     "Good.  You owe me one, then."  She managed to wriggle out of her =

panties without taking off her skirt, and then she climbed into his lap =

facing away from him and spread her legs to either side of his.  Taking =

one of his hands in her own, she put it on her thigh and slid it =

upwards.  =

     "Make me come," she whispered, leaning her head back on his =

shoulder and closing her eyes.  =

     A shudder ran through her body as Genes finger brushed tentatively =

against her pussy.  Slowly, he began to explore this foreign anatomical =

territory, first rubbing his hand gently up and down her whole pussy and =

then finally putting a fingertip into the wet, slippery  slot between =

her pussy lips.  Trudi had done this to herself countless times, but =

Gene's fingers were bigger and rougher, and somehow the experience was =

completely different.  One second it would start to feel good, and then =

the next second it would just tickle, and she would have to stifle a =

giggle.  Every time Gene's finger bumped accidentally against her clit, =

Trudi felt a spasm in her upper thighs which was a familiar precursor to =

an orgasm.  However, Gene was too gentle and tentative to bring her all =

the way to orgasm, and after a few minutes she was getting a little =

frustrated.
     "Rub right here," she said, guiding his middle finger to her clit.
     Gene felt the little nub under his fingertip and figured out what =

to do immediately.  Soon Trudi was grinding her ass into Gene's lap and =

groaning as Gene rubbed her little love button.  After all the foreplay, =

Trudi felt like a rubber band stretched to the limit.  She felt the =

little tickle deep in her groin that signaled an oncoming orgasm, and =

almost immediately the wave of pleasure ripped its way through her body, =

more intense than she had ever felt before.
     "OH GAAAAAAAAAAAAAWD....!"  Was that her shrieking?  Gene was so =

startled he almost stopped, and she pressed her hand down on his, making =

him keep up the stimulation.  Aftershocks ran through her body for =

several more seconds and then she collapsed limply back against her =

boyfriend.
     "That's the magic spot, sweetie."
     "Jeez, I guess so.  Are you OK, Trude?"
     "Mmmmmm, I'm great."  She just wanted to sit here in his lap and =

sleep for a few minutes.  A she started to drift off, she wondered idly =

whether her mother would be mad at her for being late.  Suddenly her =

eyes flew open.
     "Oh shit!  I totally forgot!  Two FBI agents are coming to our =

house to talk to me about what happened.  Can you take me home quick?"
     "For you, anything."
     She scrambled to put her clothes back on as Gene turned the car =

around and headed back towards town.
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     Mulder and Scully cruised slowly along a quiet residential street =

lined with small houses.  "I think it must be that one," said Scully, =

pointing to a small ranch.  Mulder squinted through the rain-soaked =

window and was able to verify the address.
     He pulled into the gravel driveway behind an old Honda Civic and =

killed the engine.  The house was in need of a fresh coat of paint, but =

the yard was in good condition and there were neatly-tended flower beds =

along the front and on either side of the drive.  =

     Avoiding the large puddles in he driveway, they went up to the =

front porch and knocked on the door, and after a short wait a blonde =

woman in her late 30s answered.
     "Mrs. Bowman?  I'm Agent Fox Mulder of the FBI, and this is my =

partner, Dana Scully.  We spoke on the phone yesterday."
     "Yes, of course - I was expecting you.  Please come in."  =

     She looked a bit embarrassed as she seated them on a well-worn =

couch in the living room.
     "I'm afraid Trudi isn't home yet... I don't know what's keeping =

her.  She should be here soon."
     Dana smiled at her reassuringly.  "That's all right, Mrs. Bowman.  =

We're not in any rush."
     "Is that Trudi?" asked Mulder, indicating a large photograph over =

the mantle.  The picture was of a stunning young woman with long, brown =

hair and a friendly smile, and it took him a few seconds to recognize =

the girl from the videotape.
     "Yes, that's her school picture from last year, before she cut her =

hair and started dressing like a tramp," replied Mrs. Bowman with a =

smile that took the sting from her words.  "She's still a good girl, =

though.  An A student, even with an after-school job."
     "She's beautiful," said Dana truthfully.  "How is she handling =

this whole situation?"
     "Well, I think her main concern is with her boyfriend - she was =

worried about trying to explain things to him today at school.  When I =

was in high school this sort of thing could ruin a girl's reputation, =

but Trudi assures me that she's going to be seen as much 'cooler' now."
     "Kids today are certainly more sexually active than they were," =

agreed Mulder.  "But we were under the impression that maybe in a =

conservative town like Hallville there would be more of a backlash =

against her.
     "Well, the parents may be conservative, but the kids apparently =

aren't."
     Scully had the feeling they were missing something here.  "Why do =

you say that, Mrs. Bowman?"
     She looked a bit surprised.  "You haven't heard about the teenage =

pregnancy problem here?"
     "No, we haven't," replied Dana, feeling a twinge of excitement.  =

"We just arrived in Hallville today."
     "Oh, I see.  Well, there was a newspaper article in the local =

paper a few weeks ago - the Hallville Courier - saying that the teenage =

pregnancy rate had gone through the roof in the last six months.  Nine =

girls from a high school with only 600 students."
     Mulder had an intent, tight-lipped expression.  "So this is common =

knowledge around town, then?"
     "Oh yes, there was big uproar, calls for teachers to be fired, =

even a town meeting Trudi and I went to.  What a fiasco that was.  =

Someone made the suggestion that the police start patrolling the local =

make-out spots, and then a guy from the Hallville police department got =

up and gave a condescending speech about how kids would be kids, and =

that the only solution was to make sure that they had condoms.  I =

remember thinking that it could never happen to Trudi," she added with a =

rather wistful smile.
     Scully spoke for both of them.  "We talked to the Hallville police =

earlier today and they didn't say anything about this."
     Mrs. Bowman shook her head in confusion.  "I would think that this =

would be relevant to your investigation, certainly.  It occurred to me =

right away that if someone forced Trudi to do things against her will, =

that maybe the same thing happened to those other girls."
     "We'll have another chat with Chief Schroeder first thing =

tomorrow," said Mulder grimly.
     "Maybe you could tell me more about what you think might have =

happened to Trudi?" asked Mrs. Bowman.
     Scully glanced at Mulder and then back at Mrs. Bowman.  She got =

the impression of an intelligent, stable woman.  =

     "We are part of a small task force within the FBI whose purpose is =

to investigate unexplained phenomena," she began.  "The incident =

involving your daughter matches a pattern of other reported incidents in =

our files.  The only reasonable explanation for these incidents is that =

a person or persons is using some sort of mind control to make people =

act in ways that they usually wouldn't."
     She then summarized the incident at the Baltimore restaurant.  =

When she was finished, Mrs. Bowman looked doubtful.
     "So you think that there might be someone with...  unnatural =

powers attacking people in Hallville?  I know it explains what has been =

happening, but I thought that psychic abilities like that had been =

disproven by science."
     Mulder shook his head.  "The lack of scientific evidence doesn't =

disprove anything.  Our experiences over the last three years have shown =

us that there are plenty of things out there that science hasn't =

explained yet."  =

     A loud bang caused them all to jump.  Mrs. Bowman laughed.
     "Trudi must be home.  That was her boyfriends car backfiring."
     A few seconds later Trudi came in, looking a bit disheveled but =

cheerful.
     "Trudi, these are Agents Dana Scully and Fox Mulder."  =

     Mulder sized up Trudi as he shook her hand.  She had a bit of the =

colt-like physical awkwardness that was common in teenagers, but she =

seemed remarkably mature as she greeted him and Scully and took a seat =

across from them.  And, of course, she was very attractive.  He had a =

hard time keeping his eyes from straying to the front of her damp t-
shirt where it clung to her firm young breasts.
     Scully summarized their previous conversation for Trudi as she =

made her own assessment of the girl.  She too was impressed by Trudi's =

self-composure, but what struck Scully was her beauty.  If someone was =

preying on teenage girls, it was no surprise that Trudi was a target.
     "If you feel up to it, we would like to go through the incident =

again in as much detail as you can remember," she said to Trudi.  "I =

know it will be difficult for you," she added apologetically.
     Trudi was still giddy from having sex with Gene, and she was =

worried that the FBI agents could somehow sense this.  She looked over =

at them nervously, trying to size them up.  She had been expecting =

expressionless men in blue suits and sunglasses who would interrogate =

her like she had done something wrong.  But these two seemed friendly =

and sympathetic, especially the woman.  And the man was actually very =

cute - was his name really Fox?
     "At first I hardly remembered anything at all," she began, trying =

to collect her thoughts.  "But over the past few days I've been getting =

these weird flashbacks, where I'll suddenly remember one little part of =

what happened really clearly.  But most of it is still just a blank."
     "That's a very common symtom of someone who is recovering a =

repressed memory," said Mulder.  He was becoming more and more certain =

that they were on the right track.  "If you continue to work at it, you =

may eventually be able to remember the whole incident." =

     "Do you remember how you felt when you were participating in the =

sexual acts?" asked Scully.  "Afraid, confused, guilty?"
     Trudi bit her lip nervously.  What would they think if she told =

them the truth?  Something in Agent Scully's eyes told her that she =

would understand.
     "No, not really," she said.  "I remember being very, uh, aroused, =

you know?  Like all of a sudden all I could think about was sex.  And =

then when the guy told me to do stuff with Vince, it was like I wanted =

to do it anyway and there seemed no reason not to."
     Mulder nodded.  "It sounds like he somehow was able to focus in on =

your libido and amplify your sexual urges."  He thought for a few =

seconds.  "I know this is very personal, but were you attracted to Vince =

Lansing - did you ever fantasize about having sex with him?"
     "Yes," said Trudi, looking nervously at her mother.  "But I wasn't =

going to do anything about it."
     Mrs. Bowman smiled at her daughter.  "Of course not.  Everyone is =

attracted to certain people - it's very natural."
     "That may explain how he picks his victims," said Mulder.  "He =

senses the underlying sexual attraction between people and then uses it =

to control them."
     "Wouldn't that mean that Vince would have had to feel the same way =

about me?" asked Trudi.
     Mulder had a hard time keeping a straight face.  "I think that's a =

likely possibility," he said matter-of-factly.
     Trudi was blushing - she knew how naive that had sounded as soon =

as it was out of her mouth.  =

     Scully changed the subject.  "Have you been able to remember =

anything else about the other man in convenience store?"
     Trudi thought about it for a few seconds, her face scrunching up =

with concentration.  "I can't remember what he looked like.  But I do =

remember feeling that maybe he was someone I had seen before.  That's =

all I can really say."
     "Well, that's something," said Dana, smiling at her.  "Here are =

our cell phone numbers - if you remember anything else please call us =

right away."  She handed Trudi a card.
     "I will." =

     As they were leaving, Mulder stopped to talk to Trudi.  "One more =

thing to keep in mind:  If this guy were to try to control your mind =

again there is a good chance that you would be able to resist.  People =

can rarely be hypnotized against their will, and I suspect the same =

principle holds here."
     Trudi correctly guessed that this was mostly wishful thinking, but =

she appreciated the gesture.  "OK, that's good to know.  I'll keep =

trying to remember what happened."
     Outside, it was starting to get dark, and the rain had turned into =

an aggressive mist.  As they drove back to the motel, the agents =

discussed the case with a mixture of excitement and frustration.  It was =

clear that someone in Hallville was using mind control to prey on =

people.  What was much less clear was what they could do about it.  =

     "How can you catch someone who gives their victims amnesia?" asked =

Scully.  "Apparently, most of the people don't even remember they were =

attacked, much less who attacked them."
     "I think Trudi is our best hope.  She seems to be slowly =

recovering her memory of the incident.  Possibly some of the other =

victims will as well.  If nine girls got pregnant, who knows how many =

more were attacked."
     "Right, and that brings us back to Hallville's finest.  Why do you =

think they neglected to tell us about the rash of pregnancies?"
     Fox shook his head.  "I have no idea.  Maybe they really didn't =

see the connection.  We'll see what Chief Schroeder has to say for =

himself first thing tomorrow."
     Fox parked the car in front of their adjoining rooms at the Best =

Western.  It was fully dark out now, and the floodlights illuminating =

the motel gave the thick mist in the air an eerie yellow glow.  Neither =

of them got out of the car for a few seconds, and Fox had a pleasant =

feeling of intimacy, sitting there in a dark car with his partner, so =

far away from their normal routine in Washington.  Dana's pale face =

seemed to glow in the darkness as she stared absently out of the window, =

and he felt a powerful urge to put his arm around her and kiss her =

serious mouth until it softened.
     She turned to him and smiled.  "I think I'll take a shower.  It =

always relaxes me."
     "Are you tense?"
     "This case is giving me the creeps, Fox.  I have a bad feeling =

about it."
     He pondered her use of his first name, which was a bit unusual.  =

Trying to flesh out the hidden subtext of Dana's comments had become one =

of his favorite pastimes.  He decided to push it just a bit.
     "I know what you mean.  Why don't you come by after your shower =

and we can watch TV for a while or something.  I'll leave the connecting =

door unlocked."
     "All right."   Before he could say anything else, she opened the =

door, flooding the interior of the car with light, and disappeared into =

her room.
     "How am I supposed to interpret that?" he wondered to himself.  =

     He went into his room and found a baseball game on the TV, and =

then made a quick run to the ice machine.  After pouring himself a =

whiskey on the rocks, he stretched out on the bed to think things over.  =



			**********************

     Amy Archer pushed her bike under a hedge and walked quietly around =

the side of the Bowman house to the back.  The light in Trudi's room was =

still on, to her relief.  Trudi's room was on the opposite side of the =

house from her mother's, and Trudi and Amy often snuck in and out of the =

house through the bedroom window at night after Mrs. Bowman was in bed.  =

     Trudi was lying on her bed in her pajamas thinking about her =

afternoon escapade with Gene when she heard the tapping at the window.  =

She bounced off the bed, pulled open the curtains, and slid the window =

up quietly.  Amy climbed in nimbly over the sill and Trudi gave her a =

hug.
     "I'm glad you came over, Ames - I can't even think about sleeping =

right now."
     As she returned the hug, Amy could feel the swell of Trudi's =

breasts against her chest, and she felt a surge of conflicting emotions.
     "How did it go with Gene?  I saw he at least gave you a ride."
     Trudi giggled.  "Shhhhh, my Moms not asleep yet.  He gave me a =

ride all right!"  She turned on her portable stereo to a low volume and =

hopped back onto the bed.
     "Are you saying what I think you're saying, you slut?" asked Amy =

in a half-whisper, sitting on the bed next to Trudi.
     "I gave him a blow job - all the way until he came." said Trudi =

proudly.
     "Oh my God - start at the beginning and tell me everything."
     Amy and Trudi had been sharing every detail of their sex lives for =

a while now.  This usually meant either Amy telling Trudi about her own =

adventures or mutual commiserating about how horny they were, and Trudi =

was glad to finally have something to report other than masturbating.  =

So she told Amy the whole story, not leaving out a single juicy detail.
     Amy laughed when Trudi told her about almost choking on Gene's =

come, and she found herself getting turned on by Trudi's description of =

Gene fingering her to orgasm.  Trudi was sitting Indian-style on the =

bed, and Amy realized with a guilty start that she could see right up =

her loose pajama shorts to the edge of her pussy.
     "...I swear Ames, I was so loud when I came that I thought Gene =

would be freaked out.  But he was just like, happy that he was able to =

get me off.  I don't know if he had ever done that before, but I didn't =

want to ask."
     "Yeah, guys are sensitive about being inexperienced.  So it was =

good, was it?"
     Trudi rolled her eyes upward.  "It was awesome."
     "Even better than phone sex with me?"  Once Amy had gotten Trudi =

to talk about masturbating, it had become a serious hobby for both of =

them.  One of their games was to start masturbating together over the =

phone to see who could finish first.  Amy was an expert at this, but she =

always held back to give Trudi a chance.  Or maybe it was to hear =

Trudi's heavy breathing and those little high-pitched moans she made =

when she came.
     Trudi squeezed Amy's knee playfully.  "Nobody could replace you, =

Ames. You taught me everything I know."
     "Yep.  And now you're getting it left and right and I'm the one =

who's horny and desperate."
     "Poor baby...what's it been, three days?"
     "Four.  And that was just a quickie with Steve."  =

     "Is he the one who wants to do you up the ass?" =

     Amy laughed.  "Oh my God, he never stops talking about it!   I =

tried to put my finger up my ass the other day while I was in the shower =

to see what it was like, and it hurts like hell!  If that's what a =

finger feels like, there's no way I'm getting a cock jammed in there, =

even one as little as Steve's."
     Trudi was laughing helplessly at this point.  Amy was so sweet and =

so crude at the same time that she hardly knew what to think.  =

     "I thought you would try anything, Ames."
     "Well, not that."  What I would really like to try is you, she =

thought to herself.  They talked for another hour, with Trudi filling in =

Amy on the original incident at the Road Pantry and the visit from the =

FBI.  Finally, Amy climbed back out the window after receiving another =

one of those stimulating hugs.
     What would she think if she knew I was getting turned on by =

hugging her, she thought sadly as she pulled her bike out from the hedge =

and brushed off the seat.  Down the street, a man sat in the cab of a =

blue pickup truck, watching her with interest.   Amy didn't notice as =

the truck pulled out to follow her as she began riding home.

			***********************
     =

      Mulder heard the shower stop, and a few minutes later there was a =

knock at the connecting door and Scully came in.  She was wearing a t-
shirt and jeans and her hair was still damp.  Mulder was sitting on the =

bed with his back against the headboard watching TV.
     "Who's playing?" she asked him.
     "Braves and the Cubbies.  Two-all in the sixth.  You want a =

drink?"
     "Sure, thanks.  I'll get it."  Scully poured a little whiskey over =

a lot of ice and sat next to Mulder on the bed.  She was barefoot, and =

he was bemused to see that she had pink nail polish on her toes.  He =

found himself wondering if she was wearing a bra under her loose t-
shirt, and then tried to stifle the thought.  They talked baseball for a =

while with the easy familiarity of old friends, but inevitably the =

conversation returned to the case.
     "What do you think of Trudi Bowman?" asked Dana.
     Mulder pondered for a second.  "Attractive, well-mannered, mature =

for her age.  I had the feeling she was being very straightforward with =

us."
     Scully nodded.  "That was my general impression too."
     "I hope for her sake that this incident doesn't cause her too much =

trouble."
     "Well, I have a suspicion she was able to make it up to her =

boyfriend at least."
     Mulder looked puzzled.  "What do you mean?"
     "Didn't you think she looked a little...disheveled?"
     "You think...?"  He sounded a bit shocked.
     "Yes.  She definitely had that look.  Am I embarrassing you?"  She =

was looking at him with amusement.
     "Of course not, Scully.  I'm just a little surprised you picked up =

on that and I didn't."
     "Don't feel bad, Mulder.  It's a woman thing."
     "If you say so.  So maybe Trudi isn't the angel I thought she was =

- do you think it's possible she's lying after all?"
     "Not really.  You can't compare her having sex with her boyfriend =

to what happened in the convenience store."
     "I suppose not."  A mental image of Trudi Bowman getting it on in =

her boyfriend's car formed in his head, and he felt a stirring in his =

loins.  "It just makes me see her in a different light."
     "I bet it does, Mulder."  That came out sounding more harsh than =

she had intended.  "I'm sorry, that was uncalled for.  I guess I'm just =

jealous that a high school sophomore is having more fun than I am."  Did =

she actually say that?  Now she was really putting her foot in her =

mouth.
     "Why Scully, are you blushing?" teased Mulder.  He was rather =

pleased at the direction the conversation was taking.
     "I shouldn't have said that," she said, smiling ruefully.  "But =

yes, my personal life leaves something to be desired."
     Mulder put his hand on hers.  "Dana, you can tell me anything."  =

She was looking down, not meeting his eyes, but she didn't take her hand =

away.  =

     "I know that, Fox," she said finally.  "It's just that some topics =

are a bit awkward, especially in this situation."  She gestured at the =

bed.  "We're professional partners who happen to be of the opposite =

sex."
     "Working for an organization that frowns on any sort of romantic =

relationships between its employees," he agreed.  He was still holding =

her hand.  "But I think it's silly to keep pretending that we aren't =

attracted to each other."
     With no makeup and flushed cheeks, she looked younger than her age =

and touchingly vulnerable.  He put his other hand under her chin and =

tilted her head up gently, and then he leaned forward and kissed her.  =

She didn't resist, and they held the kiss for several long seconds.
     Dana finally pulled back and took a deep breath.  "What are we =

doing?"  She wasn't angry or upset; it was an honest question.
     "Just what we have both been thinking about for a long time." =

     She opened her mouth as if to object, and then just nodded.  "I =

suppose you're right.  But that doesn't mean we should become involved." =

She squeezed his hand and then withdrew hers.  "It's getting late.  We =

better get some sleep."
     Mulder didn't feel much like sleeping, but he didn't want to push =

it.  =

     "Sweet dreams," he said, opening the connecting door for her and =

then quietly shutting it behind her.

			***********************

     The man kept his distance as he followed the girl on the bike =

through the dark streets of Hallville.  There was almost no other =

traffic, and he didn't want her to become suspicious.  On the other =

hand, he was desperate to find out what she and Trudi had talked about.  =

He had been watching the house all evening, parked a little ways down =

the street, and he had seen the FBI agents come and go.  He had a =

feeling that the situation in Hallville, which had been going so well =

until a few days ago, was slipping out of his control, and he =

desperately wanted to pump the girl for information.  But trying to =

control someone without a specific sexual attraction to focus in on was =

risky - especially a female.
     Letting the truck drift a little closer to the girl, he stared at =

her intently, trying to read her emotional state.  A satisfied smirk =

broke out on his face.
     "You little minx," he thought to himself.  "You have a thing for =

Trudi Bowman, don't you."  He had pulled up right behind her now.
     "Oh yes, you've got it bad," he whispered out loud.  "You're going =

tell me all about Trudi, aren't you."
     As they approached a particularly dark stretch of street, the man =

pulled up alongside the girl and reached out with his mind.
     Amy had been daydreaming about Trudi, trying to imagine her having =

sex with Gene and wondering whether this would change their own =

relationship.  Suddenly, she felt a surge of desire for her friend.  =

Gliding to a stop, she stood straddling her bicycle in the darkness, =

transfixed by a vivid mental image of Trudi.  She imagined herself =

hugging her tightly, and then kissing her neck and her soft lips, =

sliding her tongue into her mouth.  =

     "Thinking about Trudi Bowman?"  Amy hadn't even noticed the pickup =

truck that had stopped next to her.  She should have been startled out =

of her shoes, but she just turned her head and squinted through the =

darkness.  All she could see was a shadowy figure behind the wheel.  =

Something very strange was going on - she felt like she was half asleep, =

or drugged.
     "Yes, thinking about Trudi."  Her voice was slow and even, and =

seemed to come from somewhere other than her own mouth.
     "She's beautiful isn't she.  Those full breasts, those long =

legs..."  The voice was offhand and reflective.  "I bet she'd be great =

in the sack."
     Amy nodded dumbly.  A feeling of lust was spreading through her =

body, and she had a sudden urge to masturbate.  She put her hand between =

her legs and massaged her crotch through her jeans.  =

     "I bet you would like to sleep with Trudi, wouldn't you.  I bet =

you'd like to eat her pussy and make her come."  Amy moaned and rubbed =

harder.
     The man laughed quietly.  "You better get your jeans out of the =

way if you're going to do that right."  =

     Amy wordlessly unzipped her jeans and pushed them and her panties =

down a few inches to the crossbar of the bike.  Now her fingers were =

able to dive into the slick wetness between her legs, pushing, pulling, =

and spreading her secret areas and sending waves of pleasure through her =

body.  She thought about Trudi sitting cross-legged on her bed with her =

loose pajamas revealing her long, creamy thighs and the edge of her =

pussy, and she imagined gently pushing Trudi back onto the bed, sliding =

the pajama bottoms off, spreading her legs apart...
     "That's enough for now.  I have a few questions for you.  Put both =

hands on the handlebars."  The mans voice was more insistent now, and =

she had to obey.  =

     With a whimper, she reluctantly pulled her right hand out from =

between her legs and put it on the handlebar grip.  Her hand was =

slippery from her juices, and the grip felt cold and alien after the =

warmth of her pussy.  Her body was still aching for release.
     "What does Trudi remember about what happened at the Road Pantry =

the other night?"
     "Not very much, just that she, uh, had sex with the guy right =

there on the counter."
     "Why?  Does she remember why she had sex with him?"
     "No, not really.  Well, yeah.  There was this other man there who =

she thinks made her do it."
     "How?"
     Amy was squirming, trying to stimulate herself without taking her =

hands off the handlebars, but the crossbar of the bike between her legs =

was preventing it.
     "Um...hypnosis or something.  The FBI guy told her that, I think."  =

Amy's voice was hoarse and throaty.  =

     "Answer my questions and then you get to finish diddling yourself.  =

Now, this is extremely important.  What does she remember about the =

other man in the store?"
     "Nothing... just that he was telling them what to do, and they =

couldn't help themselves."  A thought worked its way into her head.  "It =

was you, wasn't it?  You're the guy who did it."
     The man ignored this.  "Does she remember anything about what the =

man looked like?"
     "No, not really.  Except that she had a feeling that maybe she had =

seen him somewhere before."
     He had been afraid of that.  The man thought it over for a few =

seconds.  Amy's hands were restlessly squeezing and turning the =

handlebar grips, and she was making little whining sounds.
     "Why are the FBI agents so interested in what happened?"
     "They think that all those girls who got pregnant might have been =

hypnotized, too.  They were angry that the police didn't tell them about =

that.  I think they are going to talk to the police again tomorrow."
     Shit.  That was all he needed.  He thought he had the police well =

taken care of, but he didn't like the idea of the FBI going back and =

interrogating that pathetic excuse for a police chief Schroeder again.  =

It looked like he was going to have to take matters into his own hands =

with the FBI.
     He turned his attention back to the girl.  "I'm leaving now, and =

you can play with your little pussy all you want.  You won't remember me =

or anything about my questioning you."  He gunned the engine and took =

off.
     With a gasp of relief, Amy put both of her hands back between her =

legs, and she soon had worked two fingers inside herself while she =

rubbed her clit with her other hand.  She came within a few seconds, a =

sharp wave of pleasure that seemed to come out of nowhere, and the force =

of it seemed to clear her head.
     She looked around, dazed.  "Trudi....?
     What the hell was she doing, masturbating in the middle of the =

street like this?  She wiped her fingers on her thigh and quickly pulled =

her jeans and panties back up.  Looking around, she saw she was alone on =

the dark street.  As she pedaled the rest of the way home she thought =

about Trudi, but she never remembered the man in the blue pickup.

			*********************

     Scully drifted out of a deep sleep before her alarm sounded, and =

underwent a few moments of disorientation as she looked around the =

unfamiliar motel room.  Then she remembered the events of the previous =

evening, specifically the out-of-the-blue kiss from Fox, with a jolt =

that brought her fully awake.
     She lay in bed thinking it over for a few minutes, watching the =

orange glow from behind the thick curtains become brighter with the =

sunrise.  It was clear that Fox wanted to start a relationship.  This =

was flattering, of course, although she supposed she wasn't surprised.  =

But the risks associated with becoming involved with Fox were =

considerable.  If the Bureau found out, they would both be disciplined, =

and one of them, maybe both, would be transferred.  In fact, there was a =

good chance that the X-files investigations would be shut down =

completely, since they were a self-contained unit with only mixed =

support from the Bureau.
     And what about the up side?  She did have strong feelings for Fox =

- she dreamed about him almost every night, for God's sake.  Maybe they =

should just quit the FBI and do something else.  It wasn't unheard of =

for two FBI agents to fall in love and leave the Bureau together; =

"eloping", it was called.  But when she thought about it analytically, =

she and Fox together didn't seem quite right somehow.  Fox was a bit =

too...out there.  The 64-thousand dollar question, she thought to =

herself, was did she really want to get involved with someone who fully =

believed that his sister had been abducted by aliens?  The answer was a =

resounding maybe.  In any event, they were in the middle of a very =

sticky case and this was no time to be thinking about her love life.
     With a sigh, she got out of bed and started getting ready for a =

long day.  When Fox knocked on the connecting door she was dressed and =

eating a granola bar.
     "Morning, Scully."  He looked a uncertain, even a little nervous.
     "Morning, Mulder.  Ready to go?"  =

     "Yes, I'm all set.  Listen, about last night...  I hope I wasn't =

too out of line."  He looked so earnest, she felt a little sorry for =

him.
     "No, you weren't.  And I'm sorry I ran out like that.  Listen, =

Mulder, let's not talk about this until we get back to Washington, OK?  =

Maybe it's just something they put in the water out here."
     This brought a smile.  "I doubt it, but that sounds like a good =

idea anyway."
     Outside, it was shaping up to be a nice day - sunny and cool.  "I =

think we should drop in on Chief Schroeder first thing," said Mulder as =

they got in the car.  "See if we can catch him off guard."
     "I agree.  We might want to remind him that the Bureau doesn't =

take it kindly when local authorities hold back on their agents."
     "Right."  It was still before 9 am when they parked in front of =

the police station.  Mulder put on a pair of sunglasses before they got =

out.
     "Trying to look like a Bureau hardass, Mulder?"
     "Yeah, I wish I could do it without the shades like you can."
     Inside, the female dispatcher told them that Chief Schroeder was =

on his morning rounds and wouldn't be in for a while.
     "We'll wait," said Mulder grimly.  They hovered menacingly near =

the entrance, doing their best to make the dispatcher feel =

uncomfortable.  After a few minutes, they saw her get on the radio and =

say something about the FBI.
     Schroeder came in about five minutes later.  Judging from his =

expression,  the receptionist had mentioned that the agents didn't look =

too happy.
     "Nice to see you folks again," he said with forced cheer.  "If you =

had called to let me know you were coming, I wouldn't have kept you =

waiting."
     "If you have a few minutes, we would like to talk in your office," =

said Mulder politely.  Schroeder just nodded and led the way.  He had =

clearly taken stock of the situation, and he didn't waste any more time =

with small talk.  It occurred to Scully as they walked through the =

office area that Schroeder actually seemed like a pretty competent cop.  =

     Once they were seated, Mulder got right to the point.  "We talked =

to Trudi Bowman and her mother yesterday.  They told us about the recent =

rash of teenage pregnancies in Hallville.  Apparently it's caused a lot =

of concern around town, even to the extent of a town meeting a few weeks =

ago."  He let that hang in the air.
     "That's right," said Schroeder.  "It has caused a lot of concern.  =

It's not exactly a police matter, though."
     "From what Mrs. Bowman told us, a lot of parents disagree," said =

Scully.  "But our real concern is that neither you or your deputy =

mentioned this when we talked to you yesterday morning.  It seems to =

indicate a rather serious lack of cooperation."
     Schroeder looked appropriately uncomfortable.  "I guess that was =

an oversight on our part."
     "That may be," said Mulder.  "But I should inform you that our =

working hypothesis is that there is sexual predator currently active in =

Hallville, and that it appears that a police cover-up may be part of the =

problem."
     "Damn it."  Schroeder was shaking his head.  "This has gone on =

long enough."  He picked up the phone and dialed an internal extension.
     "Alan, can you come into my office?"
     They waited in silence until Deputy Alan Johnson came in and sat =

down.  He didn't look particularly surprised to see them.
     "Alan, Agents Mulder and Scully are accusing us of holding back on =

the teen pregnancy thing.  I think we need to come clean."  He seemed to =

be waiting for Johnson to make the next move.
     Johnson gave Schroeder a long look and then nodded.  "All right.  =

Chief Schroeder and I have been investigating the teen pregnancy problem =

for months.  We suspected some kind of hypnosis was going on well before =

that incident at the road pantry."
     Mulder and Scully glanced at each other.  This certainly wasn't =

what they had expected.  =

     "Why didn't you tell us this yesterday?" asked Mulder.
     "I want to apologize to you folks for that," said Schroeder, =

looking embarrassed.  "It was poor judgment on our part.  The fact is, =

we're close to an arrest and we didn't want the FBI stealing our =

thunder, as it were."
     The agents looked dumbfounded.  "You have a suspect?"  asked =

Scully.
     Johnson nodded.  "In fact, we're pretty sure we have our man.  The =

problem is proving it.  We can place the guy at the reservoir on the =

nights when some of the girls probably got pregnant.  But no one =

remembers actually being attacked.  We seriously doubt that anyone would =

press charges."
     "I see your point," said Mulder.  "Listen, we aren't trying to =

steal anyone's thunder.  In fact, we prefer to keep a low profile.  Our =

concern is catching this guy and finding out what makes him tick.  Tell =

you what  - we nail this guy together, and then you get credit for the =

arrest and we take over custody."
     Schroeder looked over at Johnson, who nodded.  Scully found =

herself wondering which one of them was running the show.
     "Sounds good," said Johnson.  "But like I said, we don't have any =

hard evidence."
     "I have an idea," said Mulder.  "I know quite a bit about hypnosis =

and repressed memories, and after talking to Trudi Bowman I'm convinced =

she will recognize the guy when she sees him.  In fact, I wouldn't be =

surprised if seeing him triggers her memory and causes her to remember =

the entire incident.  Do you know where the suspect lives?"
     Schroeder nodded.  "Yep."
     "Then let's arrest him based on your circumstantial evidence.  =

That lets you hold him for 24 hours, and we can have Trudi try to ID =

him."
     "Wait a second," objected Scully.  "Won't that be dangerous?  We =

already know what this man is capable of."
     "I think Agent Mulder is right," said Johnson.  "We're better off =

making an armed arrest on our terms and getting him into custody.
     "And what if he tries to control our minds when we arrest him?" =

asked Scully.  "We just shoot him on the spot?"
     "Exactly," said Mulder.  "With a high-powered, rapid-acting =

tranquilizer dart specifically designed for humans."
     There was a moment of silence.
     "You, uh, got one of those?" asked Schroeder.  He appeared worried =

that Mulder was expecting him to have one in his desk.  "We operate on a =

limited budget here."
     "In the trunk of our car," said Mulder.  "Right next to the silver =

cross we use for vampires."
     "In that case, lets go," said Johnson with a grim smile.
     Scully still thought they were being too rash, but she couldn't =

think of a valid excuse to hold back.  Mulder had that wild look in his =

eye that he always got when he thought they were getting close to =

something big, and she doubted that she would be able to talk him out of =

it anyway.  =

     "Why don't I take Agents Mulder and Scully to the suspect's house =

right now." said Johnson.  "Our surveillance shows that this is a good =

time of day to catch him at home."       =

     "All right," said Schroeder.  "Be careful," he added, looking at =

Scully.
     After getting the dart gun from the trunk, the agents got into a =

police cruiser with Johnson.  Mulder sat in the back and started setting =

up the gun, which looked like an oversized pistol.  They drove away from =

the main highway through the outskirts of the town, ending up in a =

wooded area with widely-spaced houses.  Johnson turned into a narrow =

gravel road marked with a single mailbox and pulled over to the side.
     "Guy lives a few hundred yards down this way," he said.  "No point =

in letting him hear us drive up."
     They walked quietly along the side of the narrow track until they =

came in sight of a surprisingly modern A-frame house.  =

     "I was expecting something more rustic at this point, " murmured =

Scully.
     "It's a nice place, " agreed Johnson.  "Looks like he's home," he =

added, pointing to a blue pickup truck.  "So how do you want to do =

this?"
     Mulder thought it over for a few seconds.  He was tempted to just =

kick in the door and rush in, but that was asking for trouble.  "Lets =

knock and say we have a few questions about a traffic accident.  Soon as =

he opens the door we take him.  I'll warn him right away that if he =

tries any hypnosis stuff I'll tranq him."
     "Sounds good," said Johnson.  He looked at the dart gun.  "Better =

hide that contraption for now."
     Mulder managed to hide the gun under his coat, and they walked =

cautiously up to the door.  Johnson reached out and knocked firmly.  No =

response.  Scully peered into one of the large windows that flanked the =

front door, shading her eyes against the reflection.
     "I don't see any lights or activity."
     They knocked several more times without any response, and then =

Johnson pulled out a ring of keys.  "Lets check it out," he said, =

selecting a key.  He unlocked the door and pushed it open, revealing a =

tiled entry leading into a large, sparsely furnished living room with a =

high, beamed ceiling.  =

     "After you."  Johnson stood to one side and let the agents go in =

first. Mulder led the way, taking a few steps into the entry and then =

listening for any activity.  Nothing.  Scully followed behind =

cautiously, her gun in her hand.
     "How did you get a key to the front door?" she asked.  =

     Behind her, Johnson chuckled.  "Well, it's my house."
     This took a few seconds to register.  "Your house?" she repeated.
     "That's right.  Now both of you, put your guns on the floor."  =

They didn't need to turn around to know that he was pointing a gun at =

them, it was clear from his tone of voice.  =

     "God damn it," swore Mulder.  He felt like an idiot.  It all =

seemed so obvious now.  He glanced over his shoulder at Johnson, =

weighing the risks.  Scully was already bending over, setting down her =

gun, and he had a clear shot.  But before he could move a blast of white =

noise filled his head, like static from an untuned radio, and he =

staggered and almost fell.  =

     "Put it down, Mulder."  The voice seemed to bypass his mind and go =

straight to his body.  He slowly leaned over and dropped the tranq gun =

onto the floor, almost losing his balance again.  The world had receded =

away from him, and he was having difficulty concentrating.  What the =

hell was going on?  They were in serious trouble, but suddenly all he =

could think about was having sex with Dana.
      =


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