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Then…

“You really like this weird shit, huh?” I asked as I squeezed her closer to me in the bed.

“Yes! You likeThe X-Files, too, don’t you?” she replied, pushing her ass against my dick.

“Why you say that?”

“Well, one: you’re watching it right now, and two: your dick is rock hard.”

“I’m watching it becauseyou’rewatching it, and my dick is hard because your naked ass is touching it.”

“We just had sex, Bo.”

“And?”

“Wow.”

“Ain’t my fault you got good pussy.”

“Hmph, and folks say hysterectomy pussy ain’t good.”

“Who said that shit?”

“My mom, or at least she said that’s what she was told growing up…that it’s dry or something. She was so upset when she had to have one, not that it saved her.”

“Sorry about your mom, King. For real. Losing a parent hurts like hell. I don’t think I’ll ever get over losing my dad. He wasn’t perfect, but he loved his family.”

She flipped over, her eyes wide, Scully and Mulder forgotten. “Wait, Riley is dead?! Since when?!”

I hadn’t brought it up before because I was just kind of getting past it. Nevertheless, I said, “A few months back. That’s why I’m running The Agency. I took his place.”

“Oh, wow. I liked him. He didn’t seem too evil.”

“He is—wasa good actor. I got this shit from him.”

“What happened?”

“Got mugged and shot outside his dojo. Fucked up, ain’t it?”

“Very fucked up! How did someone manage to get the jump on him? He was…I don’t know. Seems impossible.”

“Yeah…I don’t know how it happened, either. I don’t get it.”

“Hmm…so, it’s just you and your brother? You’re the oldest, right?”

“Nah, Zaccai is the oldest; he just don’t act like it.”

“Zaccai. His first name is waaaaay better than yours.”

“Fuck you, King.”

“What? He looks better, too. I told you that.”

“What you doing in my arms right now, then? Why you ain’t in his?”

“I don’t know. I think you hexed me or something.”

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