155 Words: Joy, Joy
by Miss Elise
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Naturally, they had to initiate Spender into the tradition of lighthouse porn. Spender laughed
at the name, but when the cuffs came out, he realized they were all quite serious.  While
Scully read erotic poetry to them, the boys played and Spender was delighted and
fascinated and horrified at the many positions they could twist their bodies into.  He came
to call them the Pretzel Boys.

Of course, Mulder, Skinner, and Krycek worshiped  this nickname and tried to live up to it. 
When they made a fleshy daisy chain all the way up to the top of the lighthouse, Spender and
Scully could hardly believe it. 

But, Scully kept reading that delicious erotic poetry of hers--dark violet cover worn in places,
every page beautifully fingerprinted--and Spender kept being delighted, fascinated, and
horrified.  He was mainly just happy to be alive.  Spender was fairly sure that at this rate,
he would lose his virginity by Christmas. 

THE END

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