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Mulder has just informed me there's a convention in town. Who the FUCK would pick Beaumont, Texas for a fucking convention. We are not talking one of the jewels of the Lone Star State. Mulder thinks he's funny. Apparently, this area calls itself the Golden Triangle and he tells me this is where the Lucas Gusher happened. So what the FUCK is the Lucas Gusher? Oh, he says, Janis Joplin was born not far from here. She left here, Mulder. There was a reason. Ah, the Big Bopper's from here. He knew what he liked, Mulder. He left too. And Bubba Smith? Edgar & Johnny Winters? Who? Let me guess, football players? There's only one room at the Howard Johnson's? One single? FUCK! Yes, I eat with this mouth. Shut up, Mulder. I get the fucking bathroom first. She's pissed at me again. I argued with her about the shower. I won. Well, it didn't make sense for her to go first. She takes longer. God, that air feels good. I don't care if we're sharing, underwear is good enough. She's lucky I kept that much on. Don't look, Scully, if you don't like it. Hey, what's she doing? The door's open. She thinks I'm asleep, I guess. I almost am. She hasn't even gotten in the shower yet. Wow, I can see her from here. She's doing something to her face. That's kinda nice the way this place put up those mirrors. I wonder if it was on purpose -- for the perverts... like me. Oh, Lord, that feels good. I love a hot shower. I'm actually glad I let him go first. The room's cool enough now, so when I get out, I won't be drenched in sweat in two seconds. How do people live in this climate? I'd be in the shower 24/7. I guess it's pretty in the winter. Probably, nice. It's probably green all year. I never thought of Texas as green. Mulder's pissed at me again. When I was doing my witch hazel/lanolin treatment, he was pretending he was asleep. Like I wouldn't know after seven years what he looks like, or SOUNDS like when he's really asleep. He was watching me in the mirror. They have this room designed for surveillance. Wonder why? It's probably for perverts -- like him. Ah, he's still awake. Why not Dana? Come on. He deserves to have to sleep with blue balls. He did that little streak to the bed in his underwear for your benefit. Like he doesn't know what he looks like in those little things. Come on girl...give him a little show. If you stand right here, you can still say you didn't realize he could see. He deserves it. Let's see, my face is clear. You know, in all these years never has he mentioned my beauty mark. He's seen me without make-up. He knows it's there. He must. The guys back in school always loved it, called it my Madonna mark. Shit, look another wrinkle...no, laugh line, Dana. Mom calls them laugh lines, says they give a face character. Right. Shit, I'm getting old. Body's holding up, though. I'm glad I started the weights. I had to, that first year of keeping up with Mulder was murder. Got rid of all my baby fat though. Yeah Dana, baby fat. You were 28 years old with too many years of junk food during college and med school. You were fat, girlfriend. Not too bad now. Little bit of a belly here, right below the navel, but hey, call it the feminine pubic swell. See how the hand rest right above the pubis. Perfect, Dana, if it was a man's hand. Is he still awake? Can't tell. Hey, wow, now that's not bad. The way they got these set up I can also see my ass. Lookin' good, kiddo. That doesn't look like a 35-year-old ass to me. Hey, the "Buns of Steel" has worked, all nice and firm. I'm glad I never tried to tan. It was hell, having this skin, growing up in California. Everybody else was all warm and golden brown. When I saw Sherry, last year back in O.B., her face looked like a saddle bag. Ha! Maybe I'd better go put on some more lanolin. She's doing this on purpose. She's gotta be doing this on purpose. Does she do this every night? Maybe that's why she takes so long. Oh-h-h-h, God. She's in the bath. Good. What do I do? How much longer is she gonna take? God when she was standing there, touching her ass. God, she's got a perfect ass. So firm, so round, those little cheeks would fit right in my hands...SHIT!! SHIT! SHIT!!! Now what? I can't believe that just happened. What are you Mulder...16? Jesus Christ. The underwear. Just wipe up with the underwear. Okay. Good. Shit! Now what to do with the underwear. There. Under the mattress. Perfect. I'll grab it tomorrow, before we leave, I'll grab it. Don't forget the underwear Mulder. Now relax. She'll know you were awake. Relax. That's it. She'll never know what happened. Slow breaths. Boy, I am tired. Ha. Now, I'm tired. I wonder what she's doing to herself now? I wonder... God, I'm tired. Oh, he's on his side. Is he really asleep? Yep. Wonder how he liked the show? Isn't he beautiful when he's asleep? Dana, he's always beautiful. God, do I know that. Should I cover him? Lord. Look at that hip. The skin is so tan, it looks so smooth. Fall blanket, fall, please, let me see just a little more, ah-h-h, there. Thank you Mulder, for rolling over. Now, that's an ass. Like David. Michaelangelo's David...I wish I could sculpt that ass. Hey, where are his skivvies? I know he had those little blue bikini ones on. Look at that. Will you just look at that, the way the muscles go in, perfect to rest your hand on? God, I gotta touch him. Just one little touch. What? What did he say? Remember the underwear? Huh? That's Alamo, Mulder. Remember the Alamo. END DISCLAIMER: "The X-Files" and its characters are owned by FOX and its related entities. All rights reserved. This website, its operators and any content on this site relating to "The X-Files" are not authorized by Fox. No copyright infringement is intended. This site created and maintained by Wasatch Design and Consulting.