HIDDEN TALENTS

"Are you quite sure you know how to do this, Fox?"

"Yes, Walter."

"You've done it before?"

"Not for quite a while, but yes..."

Walter lay back on the pillows reluctantly, still looking anything but relaxed.

"In fact, I was considered to be rather good at it." Mulder took up his position, grinning smugly.

Brown eyes gazed up at him, sceptically.

"Trust me, Walter, you're going to enjoy this."

Mulder contemplated his lover, stretched out, tanned and magnificent at his feet.

"Besides, I couldn't bring you to Oxford and not take you punting on the Cherwell."