Spanking Scully's Stone Soliloquies
by Lydia Harkness

 

"My own subconscious bubbles with inane revelations as my monster psychologist makes sense of my life for me.

 'It is her again, isn't it?' 

I nod into my arm, indulgently flung across my face. It's a guilty posture for sinners and heathens, and I partake of this moment with all the repentance a man like me can bear. 'It was her blouse.'"

 

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