I wish to apologies to you sir, I was a small child who didnt realize you were just being you and tried to make my life a little happier No Harry I di...nt understand until I watched your family closer, I quite understand why you said what you did As he sat Harry are you happy yes Chris I dont believe I could be happier, Voldemorts gone I married the woman of my dreams and to become a father in half a year. What of the other girl, do you think you would have been happier with her No I believe I. " Yes, sir." She said to Skinner on the speakerphone.She turned and grinned at Mulder. Wondering not for the first time when he would stop being - well Mulder - and tell her he loved her."I wonder what sins of yours I will be blamed for this time?" she asked ironically.Mulder tried his best innocent look on her. She found her beautiful red head shaking ruefully as she entered Skinner's office."Scully they want to see you at Justice about the last autopsy you did, Room 666." She raised her. "What I said was I want to see you."She knitted her hands together and coughed up a self-conscious laugh."Please," I said. "After all, I am the boy who has a finger inside you. Up your tight little cunt," I snarled like a pirate.With that, she gave a little giggle and untangled her fingers. They pulled the hem of her shirt up to her neck. My heart about stopped. I knew my sister didn't have big boobs--her shirts showed that. And that wasn't my interest. What I wasn't prepared for was the shock. All day long I was wet and wanting. And I was confused.I love Tony. With all my heart. He’s my husband. So what’s wrong with me? What is it that makes me want to have made, passionate, fully-reproductive sex with another man? A black man? Was it me? Was it Tony? Was it Ron? Was it Ron’s bedroom? What about the kinkiness of fulfilling my satin fetish? What about the supposed stigma of interracial sex? Why was I having these urges? What was wrong with me???The day lingered, and we.