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The following piece of fiction contains strong sexual content 

and should be read only by adults.  If you are not at least 

18 years old, or if you are offended by this type of material, 

please do not read any further.

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Authors note:  Having worked off and on for quite a while on 

this story, trying to keep it faithful to the spirit of the 

show, you can imagine my disappointment when I found out that 

Agent Mulder died in the season finale, just as I was finishing 

the story.  However, I am confident that he will be brought 

back next season, unless David Duchovny demands a million dollars 

an episode or something.

--  DG  (dionysian1@hotmail.com)







			      "Incubus"

			An Erotic X-Files Story

			        by DG



			        (Part 1)





     Trudi Bowman slowly unwrapped another soft cube of strawberry 

Bubble-Yum and added it to the now nearly flavorless glob already in her 

mouth.  The surge of flavor did little to lift her spirits as she 

shifted her feet behind the counter of the nearly-empty Road Pantry 

convenience store just outside Hallville, Pennsylvania.  It was eight-

thirty on a Saturday night, another hour before her shift ended, and 

time seemed to be standing still for the sixteen-year old girl.  Her 

boyfriend, Gene, had finally gotten his car running and he was picking 

her up here after work.  They were planning to celebrate by driving to 

the nearby reservoir which supplied the small town of Hallville with its 

water and its horny teenagers with a secluded spot for romantic 

encounters.  

     Trudi was trying to decide how far to let Gene go tonight at the 

reservoir.  Having a boyfriend with his own car was going to make this 

quite an enjoyable summer (only two more weeks until summer vacation), 

and she wanted to reward him for his success in reviving the 1977 Chevy 

Camaro he had bought for $700 a few months ago from the local junkyard.  

She fully intended to go all the way with Gene, who was pretty cute in 

addition to being good with cars.  But not tonight - the first time they 

had sex shouldn't be in a car, that was kind of tacky.  They could wait 

until Trudi's mother went to visit her sister in Gaithersburg some night 

and have the house to themselves.  

     Leaning her back against the counter, she stretched her arms over 

her head and yawned before turning her attention back to the People 

magazine she was leafing through.  Trudi was an attractive girl with 

long slender legs, narrow hips, and surprisingly large breasts.  With 

her full lips and sparkling brown eyes she could easily be considered 

beautiful, except for the short, punk haircut and off-the-wall makeup 

she favored.  Tight denim shorts, a leather vest, and a nose ring (her 

mother had flipped out when she came home with that) completed the 

standard 1990's uniform of a rebellious teenage girl.

     Tonight she would give Gene a blow job, she finally decided.  Her 

best friend, Amy Archer, had given her boyfriend a blow job last month 

(and had been giving them regularly ever since).  Amy had even showed 

her how to do it, giving Trudi a spirited demonstration on a cucumber, 

and although it sounded gross at first, the more she thought about it 

the less gross and more interesting it seemed.  Besides, Trudi didn't 

want Amy to get too far ahead of her - she had already slept with two 

guys and Trudi was still a virgin.  

     The Road Pantry was quiet, as it usually was in the evenings - two 

boys in Little League uniforms in the candy aisle discussing the 

relative merits of Atomic Fireballs and Sour Patch Kids were the only 

customers.  The owner, Vince Lansing, was in the back room taking 

inventory.  Outside, the air was just starting to cool down after the 

hottest day of the young summer.  Inside, the air conditioning kept the 

store at a constant, chilly 68 degrees.

     The "ding" as the door opened roused Trudi from her reverie, and 

she looked up as a man in a green windbreaker and a baseball cap came 

in.  She caught a glimpse of his face - a brown mustache and glasses - 

but before she could get a better look he turned his back and began 

browsing through the magazines on the opposite side of the store.  It 

seemed odd to Trudi that anyone would be wearing a jacket on such a hot 

day, but before she could finish her thought the Little-Leaguers came up 

to the counter with armfuls of candy.  

     When she was finished ringing the boys up, she noticed that Vince 

had come out of the back and was selecting a candy bar for himself.  In 

his late thirties, he had the body of a former athlete who was just 

starting to get a little thick around the middle. With his wavy blonde 

hair and easy smile women found him attractive, and the fact that he had 

been a legendary high-school football player 20 years ago didn't hurt 

either.  Trudi had daydreamed more than once about what they could do in 

the back room when business was slow, but Vince was happily married with 

two little girls.  She didn't realize that Vince had a serious crush on 

her, or she wouldn't flirt with him as much as she did.

     "Now don't forget to pay for that," she said with a smile.  

     "This is my store and I can eat whatever I want, little missy," 

replied Vince playfully as he bit into his Snickers bar.  

     Trudi liked working for Vince - he was pretty casual about work 

rules, letting his employees wear whatever they wanted, and he didn't 

ask the checkout girls to do other stuff like restocking and sweeping 

the floor when business was slow, like some other stores in town she 

knew of.

     As she and Vince chatted about the weather and about Trudi's plans 

for the upcoming summer, neither of them noticed that the man in the 

green windbreaker was staring at them intently with a strange half-smile 

on his face.  

     "I guess you and loverboy have an exciting summer planned, now 

that he's got those hot new wheels of his," teased Vince.

     "There's not much exciting to do in Hallville, but I guess we will 

think of something to pass the time."  Trudi blushed a little as she 

said this - it had come out sounding a bit more suggestive than she had 

meant.

     "I guess you will," laughed Vince.  "Just watch out for police 

patrols over by the reservoir - this is a Christian town you know, and 

they don't much like the kids fooling around.  With all the recent 

publicity I wouldn't be surprised if they stationed a permanent lookout 

up there this summer."

     Vince was referring to a local newspaper article chronicling the 

sudden jump in teenage pregnancies in Hallville over the last few 

months.  Trudi knew at least three girls from her high school class who 

had somehow managed to get themselves knocked up.  Wrinkling her nose 

into a puzzled look, Trudi said "I really don't understand it you know? 

I mean, we get sex-ed in eighth grade now, and everybody knows the guys 

gotta wear a condom.  And some of those girls just don't seem like, you 

know, the type."

     As Vince opened his mouth to reply, he was distracted by a sudden 

strange warmth inside his chest, which was accompanied by a faint 

buzzing inside his head.  The room seemed to spin, and he put his hand 

on the counter to steady himself.  

     "Are you OK?" asked Trudi with a concerned look.  

     Vince didn't respond.  Looking at Trudi he felt a sudden, 

overwhelming surge of desire.  He licked his lips and began edging 

around the counter towards her, his eyes moving up and down her body.  

Behind them, the man in the green windbreaker shifted his gaze from 

Vince to Trudi and his eyes narrowed with concentration.

     "Vince, what's going on...." 

     Before she could continue she was startled to feel a warm, 

pleasant feeling move through her entire body, starting in her chest and 

moving outward towards her hands and feet.  Her eyes locked into Vince's 

for a moment, and then dropped to his crotch, where a noticable bulge 

had appeared.  She suddenly realized that she had never felt so horny in 

her life, and she could think of nothing else but having sex with Vince.

     "Why don't you unzip his pants and let that thing out," said the 

man in the green jacket softly.  He had walked partway up the aisle 

toward the counter and was standing about 15 feet away, but neither of 

them looked over at him.  Moving as if she was in a dream, Trudi stepped 

towards Vince and slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his khakis, giving the 

zipper a little extra tug to get it over the growing bulge of his cock.  

Reaching into his pants, she slid his jockey shorts down, revealing the 

head of his penis.  

     Vince moaned with pleasure as Trudi's hand closed around his thick 

cock and pulled it away from his briefs.  The buzzing in his head had 

subsided a bit, and he now felt a not-unpleasant lightheadedness, as if 

he was under the influence of some strange drug.  He slid Trudi's vest 

back off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor, and then he 

eagerly lifted her Smashing Pumpkins t-shirt up over her head, revealing 

a black satin bra which contrasted sharply with her smooth white skin.  

Trudi finished pulling off the t-shirt herself, and then she reached 

behind her back and unhooked her bra.  

     Leaning forward, she let it slide off her chest, down her arms, 

and onto the floor.  Vince drew his breath in sharply at the sight of 

Trudi's exposed chest.  Her large, round breasts had the firm, upright 

posture which was the unmistakable hallmark of very recent development.  

A small gust of air conditioning caused her small, brown nipples to 

contract and harden into pebbles before his eyes.

     As she stood topless in front of Vince, Trudi could hear a tiny 

voice in the back of her head telling her that this was very strange and 

very wrong.  But the sight of Vince's rigid cock pointing up at the 

ceiling had a mesmerizing effect on her, and she found herself unable to 

hold onto that thought.  

     "Now, don't you think it would fun to suck on that fine-looking 

cock?" said the man in the same low, even tone.

     He was right -it *would* be fun to do just that, thought Trudi.  

In fact, she didn't know when she had ever heard a more appealing idea, 

and she had to swallow a lump of desire in her throat as she looked at 

that thick organ with its glistening drop of liquid forming at the tip.  

     She dropped awkwardly to her knees, conveniently bringing her 

mouth to the level of Vince's cock, and then she grasped it in her left 

hand near the base, pulling it down and towards her.  Trying to remember 

the pointers Amy had given her on giving head, she leaned forward and 

began licking the tip with short, exploratory flicks of her tongue.  

     As he felt Trudi's impossibly warm tongue begin caressing him, 

Vince let out an involuntary groan.  He thrust his hips forward, causing 

the end of his penis to slide between Trudi's lips and into her mouth.  

A shudder ran through his body as her teeth scraped against the 

sensitive skin of his cock head.  Trudi began running her tongue in 

exploratory circles around the head of Vince's organ, lubricating it and 

savoring the faint manly scent.  She was amazed at how warm and velvety-

smooth it was - it was like sucking on a cylinder of almost-melted 

chocolate.  

     As her saliva began to flow and things became more slippery, she 

began pushing her head forward, letting more of the thick shaft enter 

her mouth.  She soon found a rhythm that matched the movement of Vince's 

hips, and she became vaguely aware of a delightfully obscene slurping 

sound each time she drew her lips back along the shaft toward the tip.  

She was also aware of a warm tingling between her legs, and she was 

surprised to realize that she was rubbing her pussy through her shorts 

with her free hand.  

     After a while she glanced up at Vince.  Her boss had his head 

tilted back and his eyes closed, and small groans and exclamations 

escaped his lips as his brain tried to process the waves of intense 

pleasure coursing through his body.

     In the meantime, the other man had walked up to the counter, and 

Trudi and Vince were both startled when he spoke again.

     "You're doing a fine job sucking that cock...maybe too good a job.  

I would hate to see this fella come before we get to do anything else, 

wouldn't you?"

     Trudi stopped her cocksucking and looked up at the other man.  Her 

face was flushed, and she was unaware of the strand of saliva still 

connecting the corner of her mouth to the tip of Vince's cock.  She had 

a feeling that she had seen the man before, but she couldn't remember 

where.  Again she heard the voice in the back of her mind telling her 

that something was very wrong, and she made a desperate effort to follow 

that thought through the whirling haze of sexual images filling her 

head.

     "Who... why are you making us...?"

     "I want you to stand up and take off the rest of your clothes," 

interrupted the man firmly.  "You two have been dying to get it on, and 

now you are finally going to get the chance."

     Trudi rose shakily to her feet and looked over at Vince.  His eyes 

were half-closed and glassy, and she could hear the rasping sound of his 

rapid, shallow breathing.  Clearly, he was completely overcome by 

whatever force the stranger was using on them.  

     Slowly, she unbuttoned her shorts and worked them down off her 

hips, and then stepped out of them.  As she removed her black panties 

she could see that the crotch was darkened with her juices, and she was 

overwhelmed by the thought of Vince's cock, still slippery with her own 

saliva, parting her virgin pussy and sliding into the warm core of her 

body.  Despite the lingering feeling that it was ridiculously 

inappropriate to be standing behind the Road Pantry checkout counter 

wearing nothing but sneakers and socks, she realized that she was 

looking forward to what might happen.

     "Sit up on the edge of the counter and spread your legs."  

     Trudi complied, jumping slightly to lift her ass onto the counter.  

Looking down, she could see that the dark pink folds of her pussy were 

glistening with moisture where they pushed out from the wispy thatch of 

her bush.  The man was standing directly behind her on the other side of 

the counter, and Trudi was suddenly afraid that he would touch her.  

Instead, that soft, even voice continued to give instructions.

     "Go ahead and put it in her, buddy...  but do it nice and slow."

     Vince, his khakis and undershorts down around his knees, shuffled 

forward between Trudi's outstretched legs until his cock was inches away 

from Trudi's crotch.  Pushing his stiff organ downwards, he pressed the 

head into the moist pink opening.  Trudi moaned as her pussy lips were 

pushed apart and Vince's cock begin to slide into her.  Despite the 

lubrication, her virgin pussy was tight enough to provide considerable 

resistance.

     "That's it....  slide it right on in there..."

     Trudi  leaned her head back and let out a low moan as she felt the 

thick shaft spread her open and begin filling her up.  It seemed to go 

on forever, providing a constant stream of intensely pleasurable 

sensations and creating an ever-increasing pressure inside her pussy 

which left her feeling helplessly impaled when Vince's stiff cock was 

finally completely inside her.  

     "Now fuck her nice and slow....  make it last."

     Vince hooked his arms under her knees, supporting her legs and 

steadying himself, and began to slowly thrust in and out.   Trudi leaned 

back on her elbows and closed her eyes, giving herself over to the waves 

of pleasure which filled her body.  As her pussy continued to relax and 

lubricate, the pace began to increase, and Vince was soon bumping his 

hips firmly into Trudi's ass at the end of each stroke, causing her 

breasts to bob up and down rhythmically on her chest.  The man in the 

green windbreaker stared at them with a look of dreamy pleasure on his 

face, and made no attempt to join in or interfere.

     When the "ding" of the door alarm sounded, Vince and Trudi were 

completely oblivious, but the other man flinched and swore sharply.  

With a grunt of displeasure, he tore his eyes away from the couple with 

an almost physical effort and then made his way quickly towards the 

door, turning his face away from the two middle-aged women who had 

entered the store.  When the shocked shouts and screams began, he was 

already slipping away into the warm, dark night.

     

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



     It was 8:15 am on the following Monday morning, and Special Agent 

Fox Mulder was already in his cluttered office deep within FBI 

headquarters looking over the stack of incident reports that had 

accumulated in his internal mailbox over the weekend.  A cup of coffee 

steaming on the desk next to him, the boyishly handsome agent was glumly 

sifting through the reports looking for anything that might qualify as a 

genuine X-file case: an incident or series of events that suggested some 

sort of paranormal or supernatural phenomenon.  

     Whenever a case anywhere in America without an obvious, logical 

explanation came to the attention of the FBI, a summary was forwarded to 

Mulder or his partner, Agent Dana Scully - a policy which generated a 

lot of chaff that needed to be separated from the occasional grains of 

wheat.  Years of experience allowed Mulder to dismiss many of the 

reports into the circular file next to his desk after only a cursory 

glance - he had become adept at distinguishing crackpots searching for 

attention, drug-induced hallucinations, and cases of honest 

misinterpretation from possible paranormal phenomena.  

     In reality, there was often no way to tell from a short case 

summary whether or not further investigation was justified, so anything 

that sounded promising went into a thick folder labeled "Possibles."  

Mulder and Scully spent a lot of their time looking over the reports in 

the "Possibles" folder, looking for patterns.  One report of guy who 

says he saw a sewer monster through a storm drain probably wasn't worth 

following up, but if a second report of a sewer monster sighting from an 

independent witness came in the next day, then maybe you had something 

worth looking into.  

     Or, more likely, you had two kooks with the same fantasy, mused 

Mulder sourly as he dropped a report about a middle-aged couple who 

claimed to have been abducted by aliens on their way to their bowling 

league into the wastebasket.       Normally even-tempered and optimistic, he 

was feeling a bit depressed on this sunny morning.  Another relationship 

had self-destructed over the weekend, and Mulder, who had trained 

himself to look for patterns in his job, had to admit to himself that 

there was a definite pattern developing in his love life.  He would meet 

someone, hit it off well, and things would progress nicely for a few 

weeks.  But as soon as things started to become serious he would back 

off, retreating into his work, and the relationship would wither like an 

unwatered houseplant.  

     As he picked up the next report and began to skim it, he suddenly 

felt the welcome tickle of recognition that often signaled a pattern 

beginning to develop.  Police in Hallville, Pennsylvania had arrested a 

man and a teenaged girl for allegedly having sex on the counter of a 

convenience store during business hours.  Faced with reliable eyewitness 

accounts and the videotape from the store's security camera, the couple 

had made the somewhat lame-sounding claim that they had been overcome by 

a strange sensation which had forced them to have sex against their 

will.  

     "I'm sure the Hallville P.D. is having a lot of fun with this 

case," thought Mulder to himself with a smile.  But the titillating 

nature of the incident wasn't what had caught his attention.  Opening 

the "Possibles" folder, he began flipping back through the reports, 

looking for another recent incident that had stuck in his mind.  

     He didn't have far to go, as it turned out.  Just one week before 

the unfortunate Hallville couple had been caught in the act at the Road 

Pantry, an even more bizarre incident had taken place inside an upscale 

restaurant outside Baltimore.  Mulder put his feet up on his desk and 

tried to recreate the second incident from the terse two-page report.

     Around 1 am, shortly before closing, a busboy came out of the 

kitchen of Elgin's Steakhouse and noticed that the elegant dining room 

had suddenly taken on the appearance of a porn movie set.  One well-

dressed couple was having sex on top of their table amid the half-eaten 

remains of their  creme brulee, while another couple stood by watching 

and groping each other.  At another table a man appeared to be receiving 

fellatio from his dinner companion, who had disappeared under the long 

tablecloth.  And at yet another table two topless women were kissing and 

fondling each other while their waiter masturbated behind them.  All of 

the diners had been concentrating entirely on their sexual activities, 

and had shown no fear of getting caught.

     The busboy had apparently stood watching this rather surreal scene 

unfold for at least 15 or 20 minutes before finally calling the 

authorities (Mulder could hardly blame him for the delay).  In their 

official statements to the police, most of the bawdy diners claimed that 

they had been overcome by a "strange impulse" which caused them to lose 

their inhibitions, and that they remembered nothing specific about what 

had happened.

     After rereading both reports, Mulder picked up his phone and 

dialed his partner's extension.

     "Scully."  

     Agent Dana Scully had been about to go downstairs from her office 

to the morgue in the basement when the phone rang.  Her red hair was 

pushed back from her attractive pale face by a hairband and she wore a 

shapeless, green scrub suit.

     "It's me.  I've just come across something interesting that we 

might want to bring up with Skinner this afternoon.  Do you remember 

that incident report about the orgy in the steakhouse last week?"

     "Yes, Mulder, how could I forget that one...  Are you going to 

tell me you think it should be an X-file?"

     "Maybe.  A similar incident took place in a convenience store in 

Hallville, Pennsylvania on Friday night.  A couple was caught while 

having sexual intercourse on the checkout counter, and then they made a 

lame excuse about a strange impulse to have sex.  The diners in the 

steakhouse said the same thing.  Also, in both cases the participants 

claimed to not remember any specifics about what happened.  It would be 

a pretty big coincidence if it's not related."

     "Sounds a little far-fetched, Mulder.  Cases of people having sex 

in public aren't all that rare.  But we might as well mention it to 

Skinner, and in the meantime I'll ask around about any other cases that 

might match."

     "OK, see you this afternoon."

     As he hung up the phone, Mulder's thoughts turned back to his love 

life, as they often did after talking to Dana Scully.  He wasn't sure if 

he was in love with her or not, but he had come to realize that she was 

the reason why he was unable to have any lasting relationships with 

women.  After working together closely for years, he and Scully had an 

odd sort of intimacy.  They were more than friends, he was sure of that, 

but taboos about office romances, which were particularly strong in the 

Bureau, had kept them from exploring the next logical step.  But those 

taboos didn't keep him from fantasizing about Dana whenever he was 

sleeping with someone else.  Forcing his mind back to safer and more 

useful subjects, Mulder picked up the phone again and asked the operator 

to connect him to the Baltimore police department.

     In the morgue, Dana was thinking along remarkably similar lines as 

she looked dispassionately at the cold, gray body on the table in front 

of her.  When she first started working with Fox Mulder she had been 

annoyed by his tendency to flaunt FBI regulations and bemused by his 

belief in the supernatural.  When she was assigned to be his partner, 

she had been told to "keep him under control," and she had naturally 

fallen into the role of the skeptic non-believer.  Now, after three 

years of working X-files with Mulder, her professional opinion of him 

was much higher, and she had become more open-minded about paranormal 

phenomena.  

     As for her personal opinion of Mulder, that had undergone some 

unsettling shifts recently as well.  Maybe it was inevitable, she 

thought, as she made a long vertical incision with her bone saw; you 

can't work with someone every day, often under dangerous, stressful 

conditions, and not develop feelings for that person.  And her feelings 

for Mulder were definitely straying well beyond professional respect.



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



     When Scully arrived at Assistant Director Skinners office at a few 

minutes past 3 pm for their weekly X-files meeting, Mulder was already 

there.  In the past, Skinner had been almost antagonistic towards X-

files investigations and he had maintained a policy of refusing to 

investigate suspicious phenomena as long as there was a chance that they 

might just go away on their own.  As Mulder had indelicately put it, 

Skinner didn't like to start an investigation until at least two or 

three bodies had turned up.  Naturally, this had caused a lot of 

friction between the two, and they had come to blows on at least one 

occasion.  After a while, Skinner had recognized that Mulder had a 

unique talent for sniffing out cases, and he now gave a much freer rein 

to his agents.  

     However, perhaps out of habit, Mulder still treated a request to 

open a new investigation like a lawyer trying to keep his client out of 

the gas chamber.  As Scully sat down in the empty chair to his left, 

Mulder glanced over at her but did not interrupt his spirited monologue 

aimed at Skinner, who was leaning back in his chair with a bemused 

expression on his face.  She noticed a videotape sitting on Skinners 

desk, and she smiled to herself - Mulder loved to use props to 

strengthen his case, and if that tape was what she thought it was it 

should make interesting viewing.  Mulder was still talking.

     "...and although it's true that thousands of cases of public lewd 

behavior and indecent exposure are reported every year, these two 

incidents don't fit the profile at all.  I talked to a detective at the 

Baltimore P.D. today and he said he had never heard of a similar 

incident in all his years on the force.  And as for the convenience 

store incident, that doesn't fit the profile either:  the man is married 

and the girl is a good student who was working behind the counter.  

Neither had been drinking.  Both of them had a lot to lose by getting 

caught in the act, which was pretty much inevitable considering the 

security camera which they both knew was there."

     Mulder paused to take a breath, and Skinner took the opportunity 

to break in with a question.

     "Is there anything connecting the two incidents other than the 

claim by the perpetrators that they were compelled to act by some sort 

of sudden, powerful impulse?  That sounds like a pretty predictable 

response...  Maybe you've heard the phrase 'The devil made me do it?'"     

     "Yes, I think there is something else connecting the incidents.  

I'd like to play the videotape from the security camera for you.  I 

spoke to the officer who was at the scene, and he sent me a copy by 

courier.  It's only about 10 minutes long, and I think it clearly 

demonstrates the nature of the incident."

     "I'm sure it does," said Scully dryly.     

     Since Skinner had a TV/VCR setup behind his desk he could hardly 

refuse.  Without comment, he pushed the tape into the VCR and moved his 

chair to the side to give Mulder and Scully a clear view.  Mulder 

provided the voice-over.

     "As you can see, the camera is set up to monitor the checkout 

area.  The girl behind the register is Trudi Bowman - 16 years old, high 

school honor student, raised by a single mother."

     "Nice nose ring" added Skinner, who didn't miss much.

     "Yeah, lots of kids have one these days.  Anyway, in a couple 

seconds you'll see the owner... there he is.  Vince Lansing, age 37, 

married, 2 kids.  See, right now they are just talking - no lovey dovey 

stuff."

     The tape showed Trudi from above as she stood at the register, and 

provided a frontal view of Vince as he took a bite out of his Snickers 

bar.  They could clearly see the change in his expression as he suddenly 

lost his balance and grabbed the counter.  

     "Did you see that?  I believe that's the point at which he fell 

under the influence of some outside force.  And I imagine the same thing 

happened to the girl...  they rapidly begin having sex now - no foreplay 

or fooling around."  Mulder's voice was cool and even.

     "Good Lord," said Skinner as Trudi's bra fell to the floor.  He 

gave an embarrassed glance towards Scully, but she was watching the 

screen intently.

     There was no conversation for the next few minutes as all three of 

them watched Trudi perform fellatio on Vince, who had a faraway, slack-

jawed look on his face.  Suddenly a third figure appeared on the screen.

     "Pause the tape," said Mulder.

     "See the guy at the counter?  The two having sex seem to be 

ignoring him, which is odd.  In their statements to the police they gave 

conflicting reports - the girl said that this guy was controlling them, 

telling them exactly what to do.  Lansing doesn't remember him being 

there at all, even after seeing this tape."

     "You can't really see this guys face under the baseball cap," 

commented Scully.       

     "Whoever installed that security camera was a moron," added 

Skinner.  "It's aimed in the wrong direction to see the customers."

     "Mulder, do you think that man used some sort of hypnosis to 

coerce them into having sex?", asked Scully.

     "I think that's what we should investigate.  Here's the 

interesting part:  Out of the nine patrons in Elgin's Steakhouse at the 

time of the other incident, only one man didn't participate in the orgy.  

He disappeared before the police showed up, but they got a rough 

description from a waiter, which more or less matches the man in this 

videotape.  During questioning none of the other patrons remembered 

seeing him that night, or any other details for that matter.  The 

investigating detective felt that he might well have had a connection to 

the incident, but there was no way to find him."

     "Any description could more or less match this guy, for all you 

can see here," said Skinner, squinting at the screen.  He reached over 

to the VCR and restarted the tape.

     Trudi was now sitting on the counter.  They watched silently as 

Vince shuffled between her legs, his stiff cock bouncing in front of 

him.  As they started to fuck, Trudi threw back her head and looked 

directly into the camera.  The look of intense pleasure on her face was 

unmistakable.  Skinner shifted in his chair without taking his eyes off 

the screen.  

     As she watched the tape, it occurred to Scully that it had been 

months since she had made love to anything but her shower massager - a 

long time for a healthy woman who enjoyed sex as much as she did.  As 

she watched the piston-like motions of the lovers on the tape, Trudi now 

with her eyes closed and her lower lip clenched in her teeth, she felt a 

warm tingling between her legs.  

     With a start, she brought herself out of her reverie.  They aren't 

lovers, she reminded herself.  If Mulder is right, they were both raped, 

despite their obvious pleasure.

     Mulder was having similar thoughts.  He too was aroused by the 

videotape, but his strong sense of right and wrong caused him to feel 

outraged at the incident.  He felt certain that the man in the baseball 

cap was exerting some sort of control over the couple, and he was 

anxious to launch an investigation.  Still, it was going to be hard to 

forget the mesmerizing image of those large breasts bouncing in perfect 

counterpoint to the bucking of the mans hips.  He found himself 

wondering what Dana would look like in the same position.

     The man in the cap looked around suddenly, and then walked away.  

     Mulder cleared his throat, and said "At this point two women have 

entered the store.  Unfortunately, they didn't get a look at this guy 

either.  And obviously he was long gone by the time the police arrived."

     Skinner stopped the tape, mercifully cutting off the desperate 

efforts of Vince and Trudi to get back into their clothes.  He looked 

over at Mulder and sighed.

     "So you think this is some kind of mind control?  Maybe the couple 

was just playing a crazy  joke or something - the guy in the cap is a 

friend of theirs and they decided it would be hilarious to put on a show 

for him in the store."

     "In front of the security camera?" asked Mulder.  

     Skinner didn't have an answer to that.  "You're pretty quiet," he 

said to Scully.  "What do you think?"  

     They both looked over at her.  Scully had torpedoed more than one 

of her partner's proposed investigations at this point, and Mulder 

looked worried.  But this time she agreed with him.  Something about the 

security video was kind of creepy; maybe it was the look on the owner's 

face, like he was a zombie or something.

     "I can't think of any reasonable explanation for what happened," 

she said.  "I think that at the very least something criminal went on in 

that store."

     Skinner nodded.  "OK, I suppose this is worth looking into, since 

you don't have much else going on right now.  How do you want to 

proceed?"

     "I think the key is the girl," answered Mulder quickly.  "She's 

the only one who seems to remember this guy, although she couldn't give 

a description.  She may have been able to circumvent the hypnosis 

somewhat, if that's what was going on.  I think we should drive out to 

Hallville and talk to her - see if we can get a better description of 

our mystery man.  

     "It would also be worth talking to the Hallville police again - if 

anything strange is going on in such a small town they would know about 

it," added Dana.

     Mulder looked at Skinner, who nodded.

     "Sounds good.  Let me know as soon as you find anything."  He 

didn't stand up as the two agents left.



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



     The man behind the wheel of the blue Chevy pickup rolled down the 

window and took a deep breath of the warm evening air.  He had just 

parked in a small dirt parking lot overlooking the Hallville reservoir, 

which was a small pond in a heavily-wooded area on the outskirts of 

town. The reservoir had been his favorite hunting ground since he had 

taken up residence in Hallville; it was a secluded spot much favored by 

horny couples, particularly high school kids.  As he lit a cigarette, he 

noticed that his hands were shaking.  He hadn't fed off of anyone for a 

few days, and he could feel the need rising in his body, making his 

heart pound and his blood tingle.  As always when he hadn't fed for a 

while, he was jumpy and his senses felt unusually acute.  

     Taking a deep drag on the cigarette, he tried to relax and gather 

his thoughts.  He had to feed soon or risk losing control over his 

hunger, but he didn't want to make any more mistakes.  His recent 

behavior had been unacceptable -  although the restaurant caper had been 

incredibly amusing and had satiated his hunger for days, it had been 

much too risky.  He had just managed to slip out before the police 

arrived, and a few of the staff could conceivably remember him, although 

he was pretty sure he hadn't aroused any suspicion.  

     He had vowed to return to his safe, time-tested ways after that 

episode, but less than a week later he had made a bold, spur-of-the-

moment decision to run a scene in the convenience store.  It had been a 

tempting setup, he had to admit, but he had managed to make it this far 

without getting caught by avoiding just that sort of reckless behavior.  

Not surprisingly, he had been interrupted before he could fully satisfy 

his hunger, and he hadn't fed since then.

     "It was something about that girl," he mused as he watched a 

nearby fisherman make lazy casts into the water.  He had always had a 

weakness for young, spunky teenage girls, and this particular girl, with 

her tight shorts and her nose ring, had caught his attention a few weeks 

ago while he was cruising the area around Hallville high school.  He had 

even found out her name: Trudi Bowman.  He had looked for her up here at 

the reservoir, but she never appeared. Then the other night he had 

walked into the Road Pantry to buy a pack of smokes, and there she was 

behind the counter, looking hotter than ever.  When he had sensed the 

attraction between her and the beefy blonde guy that came out of the 

back room, he had gone for it before thinking it through.  

     Seeing her pretty mouth wrapped around the guys thick meat and 

then her big, firm titties bouncing around while she was getting fucked 

had almost made it worthwhile.  For the hundredth time, he wondered 

whether she could identify him.  She had been unusually resistant to 

encouragement (that was the word he had always used in his head when 

thinking about his unusual ability), even for a female, and he had been 

interrupted before he could apply a final dose of amnesia.  He was going 

to have to keep careful track of Trudi Bowman for a while.  

     The man finally tossed his cigarette out the window and looked 

around the small parking lot, which had three or four other empty cars 

in it.  Satisfied that he was unobserved, he reached under the seat and 

took out a small plastic box, from which he selected a pair of non-

prescription glasses with thick plastic frames and a mustache that 

matched the dark brown of his own hair.  After checking his face in the 

rearview mirror, he put on a floppy fisherman's cap to complete the 

disguise.  

     Armed with a small fishing rod he kept in the bed of the truck, he 

started out along a well-worn path that encircled the reservoir.  The 

sun was just starting to set, and there would be at least another hour 

of light.  When he reached the water he started slowly strolling along 

as if he was looking for a likely spot for his first cast.  

     As he relaxed his mind and concentrated, he immediately sensed the 

presence of sexual attraction all around him, and his blood started to 

sing with anticipation.  He smiled to himself - tonight he could afford 

to be picky and find a perfect setup - lots of privacy, no 

interruptions, low risk.  One by one he analyzed the couples as he 

passed near enough to sense their sexual feelings.  Some were out in the 

open where it would be too risky, others didn't have enough mutual 

attraction between them.  

     Twice he was able to quietly home in on couples in secluded areas 

who were already having sex, but he needed to control the encounter from 

the very beginning in order to feed off of the sexual energy.  In both 

cases, he watched for a few minutes and then moved on.

     Finally, he found the perfect couple.  Before he even saw them he 

knew that they were young and horny as hell, but inexperienced and 

unsure of themselves.  Stepping as quietly as a cat, he located them 

about a hundred yards from the path in a small clearing surrounded by 

thick brush.  They were lying side by side on a blanket, making out and 

petting.  Nearby was the remains of a picnic dinner, including an 

almost-empty bottle of Blue Nun.  

     This was just the right situation, plenty of privacy and plenty of 

hormones, and he settled down about 10 feet away to watch.   The kids 

were both around 18; the girl was waif-thin with shoulder-length blond 

hair and the guy had short brown hair and the thin, well-muscled body of 

a high-school athlete.  Their necking was following a timeless high-

school pattern: while their lips remained locked together, the guy would 

fondle her small breast from the outside of her white tank top, rubbing 

and squeezing gently .  Then he would slip his hand under the top and 

rub her back, but as soon as his hand started to slide along under the 

tank top towards her breasts she would block him with her arm.  The 

chastened hand would come out from under the tank top and go back on top 

of the breast, and then the rather comical cycle would begin again.

     The man noticed that the hand was getting a bit closer to the 

desired destination each time before it was blocked, but he wasn't there 

to patiently watch nature take its course.  Reaching out with his mind, 

he focused on the sexual attraction they were feeling, amplifying it 

until it drowned out the rest of their thoughts.  They both stiffened, 

and then began rubbing their bodies together.  The man chuckled softly.  

He would have no problem satisfying his hunger with these two;  he could 

already feel the waves of lust they were generating.  The guy slid his 

hand under the tank top again, and this time she shifted to meet it, 

allowing her breast to be cupped and squeezed.  Satisfied that he had 

taken control, the man stepped out of concealment and stood over them.  

     "You kids seem to be having fun... and I'm going to help you have 

a lot more fun. Why don't you start by taking off your clothes."  His 

voice was quiet and authoritative.

     Neither teen was visibly startled by his presence or put off by 

the request.  With gratifying quickness, they obediently stood up and 

stripped off their clothing.  The man ran his eyes up and down the girl 

and felt his excitement growing.  She had smooth, tan skin and small 

teacup-shaped breasts which were delightfully set off by the tan lines 

from a skimpy bikini top.  Her rather wide hips and thin legs made it 

possible for him to see her pussy from behind - a view which always got 

his motor running.  He decided he could afford to get in on the action a 

little this time, something he normally didn't do.

     "Very good.  I want you both to continue to do just as I say, and 

I want you to look at each other, not at me.  I'm not going to hurt you, 

and when this is over you won't remember that I was here."

     He then asked them a few questions, which were answered by the 

girl (the guy was standing slack-jawed, staring at his naked girlfriend, 

and did not appear to hear).  Their names were Bill and Christine and 

that they had been dating for two months.  Christine was a virgin, Bill 

had a little more experience.  They were both about to get a crash 

course in sex-ed, he thought to himself with a smile.  Too bad they 

won't remember it.

       "Christine, I want you to drop to your knees and lick Bills 

balls."

     She complied immediately, turning her head to the side to probe 

her pink tongue around Bills scrotum as he looked down at her in 

disbelief.  With the mans guidance, she was soon enthusiastically taking 

each testicle into her mouth in turn, and he had to caution her not to 

suck too hard.  Bill's cock grew so stiff that the tip was pressed 

against his stomach, but he was ordered to remain as motionless as 

possible.  

     Finally, following instructions, Christine began licking around 

the head of Bill's penis with short, darting flicks of her tongue.  Bill 

immediately began to pant and buck his hips, and it was apparent that he 

would have a very short fuse.  That was the problem with high school 

kids, the man thought sourly, they generated plenty of heat, but it 

didn't last long.  

     He had Bill lie flat on his back, and then he told Christine to 

continue licking his cock.  She was now kneeling with her ass in the 

air, and he moved around behind her to admire the view from close range.  

Her firm ass cheeks were spread slightly apart, revealing her tiny pink 

anus, and below that he could see that her delicate pussy lips had begun 

to spread open and moisten under their thin layer of fine, blonde hair.  

Leaning forward, he put his nose inches away and inhaled her sweet, 

musky scent.  

     "Christine, I want you to take his cock in your mouth as far as it 

will go and hold it there.  Don't suck it, just keep it company with 

your tongue."

     She immediately took the cock all the way into her mouth, burying 

her nose in Bills dark thatch of pubic hair.  Bills eyes rolled back in 

his head with pleasure, and he tried to pull his cock in and out to 

create some friction, but from his prone position on the hard ground he 

couldn't move his hips more than a few inches.  Christine's lips 

remained firmly in place, but as a consolation she worked her tongue 

back and forth on the underside of his cock.

     The man grinned.  "Very good!  Are you sure you don't have more 

experience than you are letting on?"  

     A strangled "Mmmmph" was the only reply.

     Christine's ass was now thrust high in the air, and he could wait 

no longer.  Leaning forward until his face was between her luscious ass 

cheeks, he ran the tip of his tongue up the center of her pussy.  The 

taste was a bit salty from her perspiration, with a sweetish undertone 

from her juices.  As he continued to lick up and down her slit, the lips 

opened and he soon was able to slide the tip of his tongue into her 

tight pussy.  Christine began to moan, and tried to say something which 

was badly muffled by the cock jammed down her throat.  She began moving 

her hips forward and back, grinding her pussy into the mans face and 

trying to get his probing tongue as far as possible into her pussy hole.  

     As her hips began to buck more forcefully,  her ass began to slap 

back into the mans face, which was now coated with a glistening layer of 

pussy cream.  Finally, he pulled his face away and inserted a finger 

into her pussy instead.  He pushed it in and out, rotating his hand as 

he did so.  The response was gratifying, within seconds he felt her 

pussy clench down around his finger as she came.  He relaxed and let the 

orgasm wash though him, drawing on its energy.  

     He took advantage of the momentary pause in her hip thrusts to 

work a second and third finger into her tight hole, and then he began 

rapidly finger-fucking her, pushing his stiff fingers in and out of her 

sopping cunt.  Christine's body convulsed with a second orgasm even 

stronger than the first, accompanied by a wet gagging sound from the 

vicinity of Bills crotch.  He continued finger fucking the girl, 

bringing her to climax again and again with cool, practiced efficiency.  

With each orgasm, he could feel the desire to feed ebbing, and finally 

he was satiated.  

     Glancing at his watch, the man decided it was time to finish up 

the scene.  He could sense that Christine was still firmly under his 

control, but he knew from experience that after so many orgasms she 

might begin to come out of the trance.  Bill was a different story of 

course - like all men he could be controlled indefinitely and he would 

remember less about incident that Christine would.  

     He had Bill stand up, but kept Christine in her kneeling position 

with her ass in the air.  Her shapely rear end was coated with a mixture 

of his saliva and her own juices, and Bills cock remained as hard as a 

bar of iron as he stared down with dull disbelief at his formerly chaste 

girlfriend..  

     "It seems a shame to have her lose her virginity this way," said 

the man with a chuckle.  "How about fucking her up the ass instead?"  

The man was actually concerned about a report in the local rag about a 

recent sharp increase in teenage pregnancy in Hallville, for which he 

was apparently responsible.  

     Taking a small tube from his pocket, he squirted lubricant into 

Christine's crack and rubbed it into her anus with his fingertip, 

causing her to moan loudly.  

     He then had Bill stand over her and press his cock tip down into 

the slippery pink bud of her ass.  It was so tight that the man could 

see the cock being squeezed to a smaller diameter as it slowly 

disappeared.  Christine's face was clenched with a mixture of pain and 

ecstasy as Bill began sliding in and out of her tight chute.  

     Finally, it was time for Bill to shoot his load.  A low, guttural 

groan escaped his lips, the first sound he had made since falling under 

the mans influence, and his swollen balls pumped hot jism into Christine 

for what seemed like a full minute.  As the young couple lay in a 

sweaty, exhausted heap on the blanket, the man spoke to them in a low 

monotone that seemed to penetrate directly into their unconscious.

     "Bill and Christine, you will now fall asleep for a short time... 

when you wake up you will not remember me at all.  You will recall only 

that you gave in to your perfectly natural sexual urges and let nature 

take its course."

     As the young couple drifted off to sleep, the man quietly 

disappeared into the twilight.



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

     

     Dana Scully jerked awake as her alarm clock went off with a series 

annoying beeps.  She swore softly to herself, not because of the early 

hour but because she had been rudely awakened from an erotic dream.  She 

slapped the alarm quiet and then lay back in bed with a sigh.  

     Closing her eyes she tried to recreate the dream in her mind.  She 

had been riding a beautiful white horse with a soft leather saddle, and 

the rhythmic gait of her mount had been transferred from the pommel of 

the saddle to her pussy, creating a pleasurable buzz which, rather than 

remaining confined to her crotch, had spread deliciously throughout her 

body.  She had been riding along a narrow trail through a lush, green 

forest to meet someone - an important rendezvous whose exact nature she 

could not recall.  But she did remember who it was she was supposed to 

meet...  opening her eyes, she wondered once again why Fox Mulder seemed 

to be the focus of all her dreams lately.   

     "As if I don't spend enough time working with him while I'm 

awake," she muttered to herself.

     Throwing off the covers, she got out of bed and walked into the 

bathroom.  Looking at herself in the large mirror that covered one wall, 

she wondered if Fox ever thought about her as potentially more than a 

professional partner.  With Fox it was hard to tell, but she suspected 

the answer was yes.  She knew she was attractive - she often got 

compliments on her smooth white skin and big blue eyes - but men never 

seemed to throw themselves at her like they used to.  Turning her head 

one way and then the other, she mused about the effect that the Bureau 

had had on her personality.  Growing up she had been more of a free 

spirit than any of her current coworkers would believe - she had lost 

her virginity in the ninth grade and had remained sexually active 

throughout high school and during her undergraduate days at Brown 

University.

     In medical school she had come to realize what society expects 

from a professional woman in terms of outward demeanor, and she had 

learned to maintain a cool, detached professionalism towards her 

colleagues.  In the FBI she had learned the more difficult lessons 

necessary for a woman making her way in a mans world.  You built up a 

thick layer of armor to deflect the snide, sexist comments, you didn't 

trust anyone, even the other women, and you always watched your back.  

She had played this game for so long now that she doubted that it was 

really a facade any more.  Play the part long enough, and you become the 

part.  

     One thing that hadn't changed since she left college was her 

healthy sexual appetite.  "I really need to get laid more often," she 

thought to herself with a wry smile. She pulled her green silk pajama 

top off over her head and examined herself in the mirror again, throwing 

back her shoulders and looking at her breasts.  They were generous C-

cups, and they appeared surprisingly large in contrast with her petite 

frame.  Not as firm as the girl in the surveillance tape, perhaps, but 

better than most.  It certainly wasn't her appearance that was holding 

her back, she thought, cupping her hand under one heavy, warm breast and 

gently pinching the large, pink nipple.   

     Her mind strayed back again to the strange scene in the Road 

Pantry -the image of the young girl and the good-looking man making love 

on the counter had haunted her since she had seen the tape.  No, making 

love was the wrong term: fucking each others brains out was more like 

it.  Hypnosis or not, they had obviously been enjoying themselves.  

Glancing at the clock next to the sink, she decided she had just enough 

time to indulge herself before Fox showed up to drive them to Hallville.

     She slid her pajama bottoms down off her hips and onto the floor 

and stepped out of them.  With one last glance in the mirror, she went 

back to the bedroom and lay back on top of the covers.  The practiced 

fingers of her right hand quickly woke up her pussy, and with her left 

hand she rolled the nipple of her right breast back and forth between 

her thumb and forefinger.  She closed her eyes and wondered what it 

would be like to sleep with Fox Mulder.  The funny thing was, she really 

had no idea.  No matter how well you knew someone, you couldn't predict 

what they would be like in bed.  It was always fun to try, though.

     She began rubbing her fingertip around her clit, giving it just 

the right amount of stimulation, and soon she had worked herself up to 

the edge of orgasm.  She lingered there for a while, denying herself a 

little and enjoying the yearning, needy feeling in her loins.  In this 

heightened state of arousal she was able to indulge in fantasies that 

her normal self would shy away from, and when she finally increased the 

stimulation on her clit, sending herself over the edge into an 

invigorating orgasm, her mind was filled with images of her and Fox 

entwined in a sweaty tangle of flesh.

     

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



     Fox Mulder guided the blue FBI-issue sedan through the early 

morning Washington traffic and into the driveway of Scully's townhouse.  

Before he could get out of the car to knock, the door opened and she 

stepped out.  

     "Morning, Scully," he said as she got in the car.  "You're looking 

unusually perky this morning."

     "You're late, and don't call me perky."  This was standard verbal 

by-play for them, lighthearted sparring that they both enjoyed.

     "Sorry.  Is that coffee?"

     Dana unscrewed the cap of the thermos and poured a steaming cup 

for each of them.  They had worked together long enough not to feel the 

need for unnecessary small talk, and they maintained a companionable 

silence as Mulder worked his way out of the city and onto the main 

highway north to Pennsylvania.  It was a bright, sunny morning, and the 

air had a heavy moistness that foretold a scorcher of a day.

     Mulder finally broke the silence.  "Before we try to talk to the 

girl - her name is Trudi Bowman - we should talk to the Chief of Police.  

Does he know we are coming?"

     "Yes, I talked to a Chief Schroeder yesterday afternoon.  He was 

surprised when I told him we were going to start an investigation, and 

he was angry that we had been sent a copy of the security tape.  

Apparently the guy who sent it to you wasn't authorized to do so.  I 

calmed Schroeder down a bit, and he finally said to go ahead and stop by 

when we got into town, but that he didn't have any further information 

for us.  I got the impression that they are embarassed by the incident 

and so they are trying to minimize the fallout."

     This brought a wry smile from Mulder.  "That's pretty much par for 

the course;  no one ever likes the FBI poking around on their turf.  I 

just hope he doesn't actively interfere with us."

     "Well, you can just turn on your famous charm when we see him, and 

I'm sure he will be glad to cooperate,"  said Dana in her usual deadpan 

tone.  

     Mulder, who wasn't the least bit famous for his charm, glanced 

over at her to see if she was kidding and was rewarded with a playful 

smile.  He briefly considered trying to move the conversation to a more 

personal level, but her usual noncommittal professional expression was 

back in place and he suddenly felt uncharacteristically bashful.   

     "So did you set up an interview with Trudi Bowman for today?" 

asked Scully.

     "Yes.  I talked to her mother last night.  She's pretty upset 

about this whole thing, obviously.  Apparently the wife of the 

convenience store owner called her up and told her what a slut her 

daughter was.  I think I convinced her that we were interested in 

proving that the sexual relations were coerced, and she agreed to let us 

try to talk to her daughter as long as she was home at the time."

     "How is Trudi taking this?  Whatever actually happened, it must 

have been pretty traumatic for her."

     "I suppose.  I got the impression that she's taking it a lot 

better than her mother, though."  

     They continued to discuss the case off and on for the next few 

hours, as the suburbs of Washington slowly receded and gave way to the 

rolling farmland of southern Pennsylvania.  Finally, they exited the 

highway and found themselves driving slowly along the main street of 

Hallville.  They had no trouble finding the police station; it was 

located in a large brick building in the center of town which also 

contained the post office and town library.  A huge American flag hung 

limply against the flagpole in front of the building.       

     "This is it, Scully," said Mulder as he stood next to the car and 

stretched.  "Small-town America, where strange things go on behind 

closed doors.  You can just feel it in the air, can't you?"

     "I don't know, it looks like a pretty nice place to me.  I think 

you've been reading too much Steven King."  

     After that comment, Mulder didn't feel too guilty about staring at 

her ass he followed her up the steps to the front entrance.

     Inside, Chief of Police Robert Schroeder invited them into his 

small office.  He was a stocky man in his mid-fifties with a ruddy, 

weatherbeaten face and a friendly manner.  

     "I sure was surprised to hear that you wanted to come out here and 

investigate that crazy little incident at the Road Pantry, Ms. Scully," 

he said with a chuckle as he seated them in front of his large wooden 

desk.  "I didn't know the FBI was interested in cases of public 

indecency."

     "Well, it sounded like a good excuse to get out of Washington for 

a little while," replied Scully with a smile.  

     This appeared to satisfy Schroeder.  Like most small-town 

Americans, he couldn't imagine why anyone would want to live in a big 

city, especially Washington.

     "Of course, of course, a little fresh air and a change of pace are 

always nice...  so now that you are here, what exactly can I do for you 

folks?"

     Mulder spoke up for the first time.  "You must know what goes on 

in this town better than anyone, Chief Schroeder.  We were hoping you 

might be able to remember any other recent incidents involving public 

sexual behavior - maybe a complaint from an onlooker that wasn't written 

up, something like that."

     Schroeder rubbed his chin for a moment, then shook his head 

apologetically.  "No, I'd certainly remember something like that.  

People in this town are conservative, God-fearing folks, you know.  I'm 

sure everyone here is pretty embarrassed that something like this 

happened in Hallville.  Carrying on like that in public just isn't 

tolerated here."

     Mulder resisted the impulse to tell him that people in Washington 

weren't in the habit of doing the nasty on the counters of convenience 

stores either. 

     "Have you filed any charges in this case?", he asked.

     "Oh yes, both of them have been charged with public indecency," 

said Schroeder, looking a bit uncomfortable.  

     "That's it?" broke in Scully.  "What about statutory rape?  Trudi 

Bowman is only sixteen."

     Schroeder fiddled with a letter opener for a few moments before 

replying.  "We still have that option, of course.  But  I've known Vince 

Lansing for years, and he's not...that is, he wouldn't ..."

     He cleared his throat and then continued, "Anyway, when you said 

you thought it might have been some kind of outside coercion and that 

you were coming to investigate, I kinda figured I would hold off on any 

further charges."

     "Fair enough," said Mulder.  "Have either of them been in trouble 

before?"

     "No they haven't.  Vince is a family man and a real nice guy. 

Everyone makes mistakes in life, though, and it looks like he made a big 

one.  I can't imagine what he and his wife are going through over this.  

Trudi Bowman I don't really know much about - she and her mother moved 

here last year, and she's a sophomore at Hallville high school."  

     "Well, as I told you earlier on the phone, Chief Schroeder, we 

aren't here to try to get anyone in trouble or to uphold the morals of 

your town," said Scully.  "If it turns out that they were having 

consensual sex, then the case is yours to handle as you see fit."

     "To be honest with you, I'm sure that's what happened, Ms. Scully.  

But you go ahead and investigate if you like."

     "Could we speak to the officer who responded to the incident?" 

asked Mulder.

     Schroeder looked uncomfortable again.  "Well, that's going to be 

difficult, I'm afraid.  Jim Needham is on vacation and won't be back for 

a week."

     Mulder and Scully looked at each other.  Before they could reply, 

the phone on Schroeder's desk rang, and he picked it up.  After a few 

minutes, during which he mostly listened, he hung up and sighed.  

     "I've got to see to something right now, I'm afraid.  I'll leave 

you with my deputy, Alan Johnson.  He can answer any more questions you 

might have."

     He led them out into the main office area, which was nearly empty, 

and introduced them to a thin man in his early forties.

     "Alan, these are the folks from the FBI, looking into that Road 

Pantry incident.  Give them whatever assistance they need until I get 

back, will you?"  With that, Schroeder disappeared out the front door.  

     Johnson greeted them politely and offered them coffee, which the 

agents declined.  Mulder then repeated the same line of questioning they 

had followed with Schroeder, with the same result.  If anything strange 

was going on here, Hallville's finest didn't seem to know about it.

     Scully decided to take a slightly different tack.  "Mr. Johnson, 

could you give us your personal opinion about what happened the other 

night at the Road Pantry?"

     For the first time, Johnson's expression of polite reserve faded, 

and he looked uncomfortable. 

     "My opinion.... ?  Well, I guess I'd have to say it was just a 

crazy stunt.  They were probably having an affair, and got a little 

carried away.  I'm much of a believer in hypnosis," he added.

     "Chief Schroeder seems to think that would be out of character for 

these two," observed Mulder.  "Lansing is married with a couple of kids, 

and Trudi Bowman is only sixteen."

     Johnson laughed.  "Since when did having a family stop a guy from 

getting a little on the side?  Lansing is kind of a local hero around 

here - some kind of football stud.  I bet he's got young girls throwing 

themselves at him all the time.  And believe me, these days a lot of the 

kids are sexually active at sixteen.  This girl, she looks like she 

might be kind of a wild one.  She's got a nose ring you know, and what 

with her living with just her mother, no father around..."

     Mulder glanced over at Scully.  As he suspected, she was about to 

make an indignant reply to Johnson's rather politically incorrect 

observations.

     "I think we see what you are driving at," he said quickly.  "We 

are going to talk to her this afternoon to see if she can give us a 

better description of the other man who was there.  Have you seen the 

security camera tape?"

     "Oh yeah, I've reviewed the tape several times," said Johnson with 

a smirk.  "Makes for mighty interesting viewing, but I don't see any 

evidence of hypnosis, or whatever it is you folks are trying to prove."

     Mulder glanced at Scully, who shook her head with a look of faint 

disgust.

     "We aren't here to try to prove anything, Mr. Johnson," she said.  

"We are just looking for the truth."

     "Tell Chief Schroeder we may stop back later," said Mulder as the 

agents stood up to leave.  

     As they walked out of the station, they noticed that heavy, dark 

storm clouds had built up on the horizon and that the temperature had 

dropped by at least ten degrees.

     "Well, that was a bust," said Scully as they got back in the car.  

     Mulder had a thoughtful expression on his face as he drove them 

back down Hallville's main drag.  

     "They didn't give us any new information," he said finally.  "But 

I thought it was odd that neither one of them asked us any specific 

questions about our involvement in the case.  All they knew before we 

arrived was that we suspected some sort of coercion was involved, and 

they must have figured out we meant hypnosis since the security video 

shows no physical assault."

     "You're always disappointed when your wild ideas don't get a 

strong reaction from people.  But I wouldn't worry about it - those two 

didn't strike me as being deep thinkers - especially Johnson."

     Mulder smiled.  "You just don't like Johnson because he was 

staring at your chest."

     "You stare at my chest, and I still like you." 

     This threw Mulder a little off guard.  Was he that obvious?  He 

glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, but her expression was 

unreadable as usual.  

     Scully was actually regretting the comment.  Mulder was really 

quite a gentleman, and she didn't mind the occasional appreciative 

glance, anyway.  Especially from him.

      "It seemed rather suspicious that the officer who responded to 

the incident is on vacation all of a sudden," she said, changing the 

subject. 

     Mulder nodded.  "It sure looks like they don't want him talking to 

us.  I guess he got himself in hot water by sending me the videotape - 

maybe he's being disciplined."

     "Well, they certainly don't seem to be very cooperative, whatever 

happened," said Scully.  "So where to now?"

     "It's still a few hours before Mrs. Bowman gets off work - we 

might as well check into a motel," said Mulder.  "I saw a few near the 

exit from the highway."

     

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			(Continued in Part 2)





