From: cybill@pacbell.net   
      
   XXXXXXXXXX   
   CHAPER 14   
   XXXXXXXXXX   
      
   HOME OF BRAD CRANE &   
   CHRISTINA FULLER   
   KENT, CT   
   MAY 30, 1997   
   FRIDAY - 5:30 PM   
      
   We knocked on the door, having waited until we knew he'd be   
   home from work.  He opened the door and smiled at us. "Come   
   in."   
      
   "I guess you've heard," Scully said.   
      
   He waved at the TV that he had turned down low.  "Yeah, it's all   
   over the local news. I'm relieved."   
      
   "We wanted to make sure you knew and to answer any questions   
   you might have."   
      
   "Will he fry?"   
      
   Scully gave him a sad smile. "Probably not.  Connecticut has the   
   death penalty, but they don't use it much."   
      
   "Yeah," he said sadly.   
      
   I said, "I think we can safely say that he'll be behind bars for a   
   long   
   time. With or without the tainted food, this guy was stalking her.   
   We've given our statements to the police and I'm sure they'll want   
   yours. We all might be asked by lawyers to give depositions. At   
   this point, he's not remorseful. I don't think they will be as   
   lenient   
   with him as the others. He already had a pattern of stalking."   
      
   Brad nodded. "I'll be following the case for sure, believe me. They   
   called to release her body to me," he whispered. "Her parents came   
   out from San Diego.  They didn't want to stay here. They're at the   
   Heritage Inn."   
      
   "When's the funeral?"   
      
   "The wake is tonight, family only.  The funeral is tomorrow   
   morning.  That's for everyone."   
      
   Scully looked at me, and I said, "I can move our flights to a later   
   time."   
      
   She nodded. "I want to go."   
      
   I squeezed her hand. "Of course."   
      
   "Well, sit down you two. Sorry, I'm not much of a host these days.   
   Can I get you some coffee? I just made a fresh pot."   
      
   "Sure," we said in tandem.   
      
   He smiled and left to get it for us.   
      
   We spent an hour there talking about everything and anything.   
   Brad and Scully exchanged stories about Christina and made each   
   other laugh. I think it was cathartic for both of them. "I'll miss   
   her,"   
   Scully said, her voice strained.   
      
   Brad nodded. "We all will. I have to get ready to go to the wake."   
      
   "Take care. We'll see you at the funeral tomorrow morning."   
      
   "It's at the St. Andrews Church, right in the center of town. You   
   can't miss it."   
      
   "Did you want to go to the wake, Scully?" I asked.   
      
   She hesitated but then said, "No, let Brad have time with the   
   family."   
      
   "You are family," Brad said.   
      
   She smiled and stood up to kiss him on the cheek.  "We'll see you   
   in the morning."   
      
   He nodded, and we left, making our way back to the B&B. I was   
   tired and glad we were staying one more night.   
      
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   COOPER CREEK B&B   
   KENT, CT   
   MAY 30, 1997   
   FRIDAY - 6:30 PM   
      
   Once back at the B&B, I called the airport and made reservations   
   for a 3:00 PM flight out of Bradley. It would take us at least an   
   hour to get to the airport from here and I wanted to leave some   
   extra time so we didn't have to rush.   
      
   We packed up everything except what we would need in the   
   morning and climbed naked into bed. Without a word she turned to   
   me and pulled me on top of her, her mouth meeting mine.   
      
   I kissed her tenderly. Her hands came up to cup my face.  She let   
   her fingers trail over my eyebrows, my nose and cheeks and her   
   thumb brushed my lips. "I don't know what I would do if I lost   
   you," she whispered.   
      
   She was thinking of Brad's loss. It was the fear we all had, losing   
   the thing that was most precious to us. "Me neither," I agreed. "I   
   don't even want to think about it."   
      
   I kissed her again and she eagerly accepted me. Her legs wound   
   around my waist and urged me closer. I moaned at the feeling of   
   her skin against mine. I reached down to play in the folds of her   
   sex until she was wet and ready for me. I decided suckling her   
   breasts while I was at it, wasn't a bad idea either.   
      
   She gasped and said, "I'm ready."   
      
   I braced myself and stared down into her eyes as my shaft pushed   
   gently inside her, just a couple of inches. She moaned as I slowly   
   proceeded to impale her fully. Her hands gripped my biceps firmly   
   and she began squirming and rolling her bottom against the sheets.   
   "Eager?" I teased.   
      
   "Shut up and make love to me, Mulder."   
      
   "Yes, ma'am," I said through my grin. I began to thrust and throaty,   
   unintelligible sounds came out of her mouth. I kept pistoning in   
   and out of her until I was plunging into her with a strong rhythm   
   and she was meeting me stroke for stroke.   
      
   "Oh God, it's never been like this before, Mulder."   
      
   I tried to keep my pace slow but it was no use. I felt tingling and   
   pressure in my groin. I knew I was ramping up to my climax. "I   
   love you, Scully, so much," I whispered and kissed her again.   
      
   I began swiveling my hips, making my cock move around inside   
   her core and the new movement seemed to hit something sensitive   
   inside her. A few strokes later she was moaning and arching her   
   back off the bed.  "Oh God! Yes!" she cried out.   
      
   I continued pushing my entire length in and out of her. I wasn't far   
   behind. The sensation of her muscular walls fluttering over me was   
   too much. I groaned and buried my head in the crook between her   
   neck and shoulder. "I love you, love you, love you," I chanted as I   
   released myself deep inside her.   
      
   We stayed that way, locked together for a minute or so. I carefully   
   rolled to the side and moaned with displeasure as I emerged from   
   her warm cavern.   
      
   She got up and returned with a wet washcloth.  After cleaning up,   
   we curled up together again. I couldn't remember ever being this   
   content. "Do you want to talk?" I asked.   
      
   "Not now. I'm sleepy. Let's get some rest. We'll talk after the   
   funeral, on the way home, okay?"   
      
   I nodded and kissed the top of her head where it lay on my   
   shoulder. "Sleep, baby. I've got your back."   
      
   I felt her lips smile against my chest. "Love you," she whispered.   
      
   "Love you, too," I mumbled, feeling sleep tug at me as well. That   
   was the last thing I remembered before Scully's travel alarm woke   
   us up the next morning.   
      
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   ST. ANDREW'S EPISCOPAL CHURCH   
   1 NORTH MAIN STREET   
   KENT, CT   
   MAY 31, 1997   
   SATURDAY - 10:00 AM   
      
   Reverend Roger Whittaker presided over the ceremony.  It was a   
   touching service. He'd obviously known Christina personally.   
   When it came time for people to say eulogies, we were surprised to   
   see striking woman in her early thirties advance to the microphone   
   instead of Brad.   
      
   "Hello everyone.  My name is Maggie.  I am a nurse at New   
   Milford Hospital and Christina was my best friend."   
      
   I figured this must be the Maggie O'Connor that had sent Scully   
   one of the original faxes about the death of Christina.   
      
   I focused on her as she continued. "It's an honor for me to stand   
   before you today to celebrate the life of Christina Fuller. She was   
   a   
   daughter, friend, fiance, and godmother. There are probably those   
   more qualified to be here talking about Christina, others who knew   
   her before I was born. Nevertheless, I'd like to share my thoughts   
   and feelings on Christina's life with you."   
      
   "It seems we were meant to share part of our lives together. We   
   have shared many adventures and many confidences in the years   
   that followed our meeting, just after she moved here to Kent.   
      
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