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Skinner stood looking out his office windows over the cement walkway below. It was nearly seven p.m. In an hour, he’d meet Agents Dana Scully and Fox Mulder in a downtown hotel room. He jangled the key to the room in his pocket as a couple of FBI personnel walked by the building five stories below.“A marriage can’t survive both spouses being diaper dominants, Walter, and you know it.” Sharon’s voice echoed in Skinner’s head from his last conversation with her that morning when he told her he wouldn’t be home until the wee hours of the morning, if at all. “You’re stepping out on me, aren’t you?” she’d asked next and Skinner had said nothing, just snapped closed the locks on his briefcase. “Because I can’t give you what you need,” she’d clarified. Then she’d told him she’d be at her parent’s house in Georgetown for the foreseeable future until the divorce papers came through and that he’d have to find himself another place to live after that because she sure as hell wasn’t going to give him their condo in the divorce settlement.He sighed. He’d kept his proclivities from Sharon a secret until the Padded ‘N Personal contagion had swept the nation and more than fifty percent of the adult population had begun wearing diapers as their preferred undergarment. Once diapers were no longer taboo, he’d come out to her, told her that he liked a beautiful figure in bulky padding. She’d snorted. “No, wait, just look at this catalog for a sec,” he’d prodded her and passed her one of the Padded ‘N Personal catalogs they’d impounded from the warehouse bust months ago. He was hoping she’d agree with his assessment that the models in the catalogue looked sexy in their diapers and maybe want to start wearing them for him. She’d taken the catalog, flipped through a couple of pages with a disgusted hand wave, gave him an exasperated look when he’d commented on how comfortable the diapers looked, and went to go finish making their dinner with far less enthusiasm than she’d begun the chore. Skinner had come into the kitchen and warily asked if she did or did not have the sudden urge to wear a diaper.“Walter, just because half the country’s gone crazy with this diaper stuff doesn’t mean I have to.” He’d known then that she was diaper dominant and thus immune to the effects of the chemicals in the Padded ‘N Personal products. He’d cursed under his breath and gone and poured himself a whiskey.Yes, he’d cheated on his wife with both Dana and Fox. They had been able to give him something he wasn’t getting at home. But at what cost? He turned and faced his desk, picturing himself with the divorce decree in front of him as he reached with shaking hand for a pen. His wife’s lawyer had told him he would have the dreaded papers by the end of the week for him and his own lawyer to assess. He shuddered at the phantom image and sat down with his head in his hands, elbows on the desk. Seventeen years of marriage down the drain for a little fun. What kind of asshole was he? He would have stayed in the closet and kept his occasional indiscretions far more discrete had the whole Padded ‘N Personal thing never come about. He was still cheating, though, damn it. He stared at the gold ring on his left hand and stroked it with the fingers of his right. Then in a fit of pique, he twisted it off over his knuckles and put it in the center drawer of his desk. It had no place in his plans tonight.Skinner grabbed his coat, his briefcase, and his car keys and strode from his office to the parking garage where his big, black sedan waited to take him downtown.
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Mulder whistled as he walked the long corridor of the eighth floor of the Ambassador hotel to room 814. He was gonna get some tonight! Finally! He shivered as the plastic outer cover of his diaper brushed intimately against the insides of his thighs under his pants as he walked cockily past identical door after identical door, arriving at last at the designated room. His knuckles met the door with a jaunty rap and a few seconds passed before he could hear the soft tread of footsteps on the other side of it. There was a pause and then the sound of the lock disengaging.The door opened, revealing his favorite petite redhead who smiled up at him and said, “Come on in, Mulder.” Scully stood aside and let Mulder into the room. It was a large suite and had probably cost Skinner plenty to rent for the evening, but Skinner hadn’t asked Mulder to contribute. He doubted Skinner had asked Scully, either. He stopped in the center of the plush carpet when he saw Walter Skinner lounging on the suite’s couch with a drink tumbler in one hand, the other arm thrown casually over the back of the couch. Skinner’s suit jacket was off, his white dress shirt open partway, and his tie nowhere to be seen.“Walter,” said Mulder.“Fox,” acknowledged Skinner while Scully shut the door and locked it. A shiver of anticipation ran the length of Mulder’s spine.“You want a drink?” asked Scully and went to a side table where Mulder saw there was a bottle of Scotch, a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket, and some more glasses.“Sure,” said Mulder gamely and moved over to the side table, unable to resist putting his hand on Scully’s narrow waist. She looked beautiful to him, as always. Her smile turned indulgent.“Scotch or champagne?” she asked him. He leaned over and rubbed the tip of his nose against her ear just to hear her giggle. His wandering hand drew her closer as she tried to pour him some champagne even though he hadn’t given her his drink preference. Or maybe she was pouring herself the drink. He didn’t know.Skinner cleared his throat and Mulder froze. After a moment, he straightened and, with a sigh and a glance over at Skinner, backed away and let Scully have her space. “Champagne is fine,” said Mulder and waited patiently for Scully to hand him a half-full flute. He raised his glass in a silent toast and clinked it gently against hers, ignoring the domineering presence of their boss on the couch. They drank and then stood watching each other, their eyes flirting while Skinner ate them both up with his own lascivious stare. Finally, when he could stand the silence no longer, Mulder turned his head toward Skinner and asked, “How are we gonna do this?”Skinner tilted his head, finished off his Scotch, set the glass down on an end table, and said, “First you’re going to fuck her and then I’m going to fuck you.”Another bolt of excitement passed through Mulder and his cock swelled under his diaper. He looked down as dainty fingers began to undo his tie. So intent was he on Scully’s busy undressing of him that he almost missed Skinner’s smooth transition from the couch to standing beside him and Scully. “There’s just one condition,” said Skinner, his voice dipping until Mulder was sure he could cum just from listening to it. His dick gave a hearty throb, straining against its constricting padding.“Oh yeah? What’s that?” asked Mulder with a nervous swallow. His tie was off now, thrown on the edge of the king-sized bed, and Scully’s fingers were working on unbuttoning his shirt.“You keep your diapers on,” said Skinner and his left hand came down to stroke over Mulder’s padded ass. Mulder sucked in a deep breath and allowed Scully to push him back, back onto the bed. He shot Skinner a heavy look and Skinner removed himself to the couch to watch and palm his own thick erection through his trousers while Mulder scrambled out of his suit jacket and helped Scully with her pale lavender blouse and rose-colored skirt.“How’re we supposed to…?” Mulder asked once he and Scully were down to their diapers. He was mesmerized by the creamy whiteness of her skin, of the blushing peaks of her nipples once her off-white, lace bra was gone. His hands automatically cupped her breasts and his thumbs rubbed gently over her areolas causing her to press toward him and hum encouragingly. Skinner took something out of his trouser pocket and tossed it at the bed. The object sailed across the room. Metal flashed. It landed on the end of the bed. Mulder’s eyes darted to the instrument as Scully began to nibble his jaw and throat, kissing her way down to his chest. Ah. Safety scissors. Right.“Did you bring condoms?” Skinner asked, now on his second tumbler of Scotch which he sipped slowly, thoughtfully.“I thought you would,” said Mulder with a shake of his head.“I’ve got it covered, gentlemen,” purred Scully, pausing her attentions to Mulder’s flushed skin and slinking over to her purse which sat on the end table by the couch. Mulder’s hand raised as though to call her back, hating the distance she’d suddenly put between them, but he didn’t move otherwise. As she fished for protection, Skinner reached over and passed his hand over the satiny smooth plastic of her diapered bum. She gave him a low appreciative noise like the one she’d given Mulder moments ago and smiled at him, pulled an enormously long accordion of condoms from her purse that made Mulder’s eyes widen, and settled herself astride Skinner’s lap, putting the hand that wasn’t clutching the condoms all over Skinner’s bare scalp. Jealousy flared in Mulder but he had agreed to this and knew the rule: If he wanted her, he had to share. Admittedly, sharing with Skinner wasn’t a hardship. Skinner was as likely to turn his attentions to Mulder as he was to turn them to Scully. Nevertheless, Mulder somewhere deep down wanted Scully all to himself.He waited impatiently as Skinner took Scully’s breath away with a hungry kiss, but then Skinner whispered something in Scully’s ear that made her giggle and Mulder sit up, ready to go over there and drag her out of Skinner’s arms. He didn’t have the chance before Scully was back with him and straddling his own waist. She dangled the condom packets in front of his eyes. He reached up, tore one of the little packets off, and ripped open the foil.Mulder almost groaned when Skinner cleared his throat again. But then Skinner spoke and Mulder blushed in embarrassment at his eagerness. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” asked Skinner with a raised eyebrow. Mulder was unable to answer because just then Scully began to rock over his excited, diapered cock, making him gasp and reach for her hips. The slip-shush sound of plastic on plastic filled the room. “Do you want me to do it?” offered Skinner after a few minutes of Mulder enjoying the sensual feel of his diaper’s padding rubbing against his skin.“Impatient are we, sir?” teased Scully over her shoulder. Mulder let out a shout as she ground her crotch into him. At the same time, Skinner got up from the couch and came over to the bed. He picked up the forgotten safety scissors and put his hand on Scully’s hip above Mulder’s gripping fingers.“Stay still for a second,” he told her and bent her over Mulder’s torso. Mulder continued to writhe between Scully’s thighs as she nibbled his earlobe. “You too,” said Skinner with a pointed look at Mulder and Mulder did his best to obey despite the distraction of Scully’s warm breath blowing over his heated skin.“You’re going to get diaper stuffing all over the place,” said Scully in the same husky tone she’d used a moment ago.“And your point?” asked Skinner as he carefully cut a three-inch hole in the lower crotch of Scully’s diaper. A bit of moist padding did, indeed, fall out, landing on Mulder’s thigh and sliding off onto the bed, but it was nothing that would impede coitus, or so Mulder thought. Actually, he wasn’t doing that much thinking. All his higher thought processes had headed south and now all he could think of was sinking his cock into the moist, warm cavern of rippled muscles that lay between Scully’s legs. He groaned out loud when Scully dismounted and Skinner loomed over him. “Now you,” said Skinner and put his hand over Mulder’s erection. Mulder lifted his hips with a hiss, pumping wildly, his hands gripping the bedcovers that surrounded him. “Stay still!” snapped Skinner and Mulder, with great difficulty and gritted teeth, stopped humping Skinner’s hand.Scully distracted Mulder from the dangerous trajectory of the safety scissors by leaning on her elbow beside him, stroking his hair, and using her other hand to pleasure herself through the hole in her diaper. The crinkle of the plastic combined with the intimate sucking sounds of her probing fingers and the increased musk of sex in the air made Mulder groan again. Before he knew it, Skinner had cut a hole in the front of his diaper and fished out his cock. Just his cock, not his balls. Those remained nestled in the diaper, cradled lovingly by the heavy, damp padding.Mulder found Scully’s flushed face headed toward his and he opened his mouth just in time to accept a kiss, sweet and deep and inflammatory. Skinner fisted Mulder’s cock three times and then picked up the discarded condom, took it out of the foil, and put it on Mulder. Only then did Mulder break the kiss and look over at Skinner. The desire was clear. Skinner wanted him. But first Mulder had to perform and perform well.“Against the headboard,” murmured Scully and Mulder scooted up the bed, turning so he could brace himself on the headboard as she took position over his sheathed member. As she sank onto him, Mulder’s eyelids fluttered and his eyes rolled back in their sockets. This was heaven, heaven at last. Their diapers met, pressed together, crinkling and scrunching with every thrust, every gentle push. Every lusty roll into her luscious, velveteen folds. Mulder’s hands found Scully’s diapered hips and caressed around the tapes that held the diaper together. In turn, Scully placed her hands on his shoulder and chest, petting him as she milked him with her svelte vagina.“Harder,” directed Skinner’s voice. Mulder’s eyes resumed their forward position and his fingers tightened on Scully’s hips. Scully started bouncing, taking Mulder in and hardly releasing him before coming to rest hard against his pelvis. It was a little uncomfortable, but their diapers made it cushiony. The best part, besides the obvious, was that Scully began to make the most delightful noises. Mulder drank in each enthusiastic moan, groan, and gasp. His hands roamed her upper body, cupping her small but perfect breasts again, gently pincering her peaked nipples between his forefingers and middle fingers. When he did this, she fucked him harder and he thrust up into her with loose abandon. “Take her, Mulder, on her back,” said Skinner, his voice sounding tight with arousal.Mulder, not used to taking instructions in the bedroom and thinking it should be lady’s choice, glanced over at Skinner who had his cock out of his pants and was slowly teasing himself with a lubed hand. Where the lube had come from, Mulder didn’t know or care. He looked back at Scully who had her eyes closed, her head tilted back, and her lower lip caught in her teeth. She clenched around his cock and he cried out, nearly ejaculating.“Now, Mulder,” said Skinner and Mulder reluctantly heaved himself over, turning Scully so that she was beneath him, his diapered hips covering her, his cock pounding into her. Crinkle, scrunch. Crinkle, scrunch. Diaper to diaper. Her left hand pulled his head down and he locked lips with her, their breathing secondary to tasting each other’s saliva. Mulder’s hips snapped furiously forward. Their diapers churning out a new crinkle-fap, crinkle-fap noise. The edges of the hole Skinner had cut in Scully’s diaper tickled at the naked base of Mulder’s cock, a slight irritation, nothing more. A bit of additional stuffing fell out but soon tumbled away as their impassioned rut continued.Mulder brought Scully closer, wrapping his arms around her, hand in her tousled roanish hair, clutching its silky strands, his other hand under her slim waist, pressed at the base of her spine. Their hips undulated. Their ululating cries and breathless, desperate inhales and rapid exhales echoing in the large room. Mulder’s mouth found Scully’s for a kiss but didn’t stay long. He wanted to kiss all over her, every inch, beginning with her curvy lips then her rounded cheeks then her luscious and creamy but now-blushing throat, her flushed chest and perky breasts. He worked his way down as far as he could without bending himself into a pretzel, despairing that he couldn’t delve his tongue into the little cavern of her naval without taking his cock out of her, and then worked his way back, avoiding her parted, rosy lips and instead kissing her eyelids, her temple, her wrinkled-in-ecstasy brow. “You’re so beautiful,” he whisper-breathed as he kissed her earlobe and pumped his dick deep between her raised legs. Her heat and strength amazed him as she took him in, clamping and clutching and claiming that part of him that hardly ever saw any action other than his own hand. In that heightened moment, he was hers. He belonged to her. Her legs wrapped around his lower back, her small heels dragging him closer. Closer. Impossibly close even with the two diapers between them. Making love to her was everything he had imagined it to be and more and he could almost forget their audience.“AH!” she cried and cried again, wordless, earth-shattering cries that sent Mulder over the edge.“Unh! UNH!” Mulder groaned deep in his chest as he pumped his seed into her, or rather into the condom, but the distinction was immaterial. “Ahh. Mm.” He continued to vocalize until his voice fell away and he collapsed on top of her, feeling her light, lipping kisses against his forehead, her hands stroking the back of his head and his upper shoulders in a soothing counter-rhythm.He nearly jumped out of his light doze when he felt a heavy hand cup between his legs, groping his unladen balls through the diaper that still covered his ass. He turned sleepily, not content to remove his head from Scully’s breast, not content to lose the sound of that precious heart beating under his ear. Skinner stared lustily at him, the man’s wire-rim glasses abandoned at some point, his brown eyes piercing. Their expression made Mulder wonder exactly how much Skinner could see without the corrective lenses. Maybe he only wore them as a disguise like Clark Kent. Mulder nearly laughed at the thought of Skinner in a cape and tights. Skinner held up the safety scissors and waggled them back and forth, a reminder.“Okay, um, lemmie just…” Mulder said over his shoulder and then turned to face Scully, whispering, “I’m sorry,” to her as he raised up, took hold of the base of the condom, and pulled out of her. She winced slightly and his heart ached, worried that in his enthusiasm he’d done her damage. But once he was out, her face softened, melting away his concern. She looked radiant, peaceful and Mulder forgot himself for a moment as he looked her over, let his hands roam her cooling skin.“Pay attention,” she told him before he had any chance to get better acquainted with her afterglow.“Right,” he said and pulled off the condom, tossing it into a nearby waste basket.Skinner waited through all this, content to fondle Mulder through the heavy padding. But once Mulder was free of the condom, he grabbed Mulder’s hips, maneuvering him so he was on all fours beside Scully. A flutter of anticipation made its way through Mulder’s chest and stomach and lodged behind his solar plexus. Nobody spoke as Skinner cut a slit in the back of Mulder’s diaper and inserted two fingers in between the layers of padding. Mulder let out a gasp at the first touch of Skinner’s fingers against his sensitive perineum, gasping again, startled, when the fingers probed at his sphincter. Scully, meanwhile, ran her hands up and down Mulder’s supporting arms. He looked over at her with a dopey smile and watched as she trailed a hand down the center of her torso back to the hole in her own diaper. Her fingers slipped inside. Behind him, Mulder felt Skinner’s hand disappear only to reappear several seconds later with some of that slick Skinner had been using on himself.Mulder squirmed and spread his legs farther apart.“That’s it,” encouraged Skinner in a low murmur. Mulder was too mesmerized by the in out, in out of Scully’s fingers disappearing into and reappearing from her diapered cunt to think much about what was going on behind him until he felt the dip of the mattress, a signal that Skinner had climbed up onto the bed. He cried out as one of Skinner’s fingers inserted itself in his anus at the same time Scully reinserted her own fingers into her body and squeezed her milky thighs together. Mulder’s head flew back and then hung between his shoulders. He panted wildly, unused to penetration. Skinner went slow, testing the waters, spreading lube generously, and eventually adding a second finger. Mulder shuddered and clamped his ring of muscles around Skinner’s fingers, distracted from Scully’s floor show, when Skinner found and stroked over his prostate. Sweat re-formed on Mulder’s body and forehead. Scully gasped at her own ministrations and Mulder couldn’t help leaning forward, despite the fingers using him like a puppet, to capture her mouth with his. His tongue slid inside, lapping at the smoothness of her teeth and the undulating mate to his own tongue.But he pulled back with a grimace as Skinner pumped him next with three large fingers. Scully reached up, her own pleasure momentarily forgotten, and ran a hand over his head. “Relax,” she cooed. There was a tearing foil sound and then a moment of silence and before Mulder knew it, Skinner was pressing him down and forward, his shoulders lower than his hips.“Rip the diaper. Eat her out,” rumbled Skinner. Scully shifted positions and Mulder obeyed, diaper filling fluffing all over his face as he buried it between Scully’s thighs and began to feast. Scully’s smooth, wet female musk enveloped his nose and mouth and chin as her thighs spread to accommodate him. She cried out as he cried out as Skinner inserted his thick cock into Mulder’s tight hole, mashing Mulder’s face into Scully’s labia. Mulder couldn’t breathe, not for the pain and because he figured he should have brought some kind of snorkel for this adventure. The absurd thought made him gasp out a couple of giggles. “Lick,” snarled Skinner and drove forward. Mulder backed away from Scully a fraction, took a deep breath, and dove back in to lick her baby-smooth crotch for all he was worth. Skinner gripped Mulder’s hip and shoulder and thrust his gloved member in to the hilt, taking Mulder’s breath away again. It hurt, oh God it hurt, but it felt so good to be filled, to be taken, too.Mulder blindly rooted between Scully’s thighs, lapping and licking and French kissing every part of her down under. Scully responded by thrusting her diapered hips up into his face hard and pressing the back of his head down with one hand. He could hardly catch any air and the tissue-y feel and urine-scent of the torn and wet diaper were distractions he could do without, but he still thought oh what a way to die, asphyxiated on the lap of love. Skinner grunted with each powerful thrust, slamming himself into the poofy diaper around Mulder’s ass, claiming Mulder’s virgin passage for his prize. Mulder found Scully’s clit. He knew he found it when she went all rigid and then sort of melted beneath him with an adorable high-pitched whine. Skinner changed angles, hitting Mulder’s prostate, and it was all Mulder could do to concentrate on his task of brining Scully off again.The three figures writhed and gasped on the king-sized bed. Mulder’s face was covered in Scully’s natural lubrication and pieces of diaper stuffing. Her taste was on his tongue and her rich scent in his nostrils. Skinner bent over Mulder and ground circles into his ass with his pelvis, taking no time out to leave stinging love bites on Mulder’s shoulders and the back of his neck. Apparently, their boss was good at multitasking. Mulder wasn’t, though. Again, his concentration was broken by the hard fucking he was receiving such that he forgot what he was supposed to be doing. His head moved away, fingers parting the ruined diaper between Scully’s legs further, like pulling apart a white curtain separating the sacred from the profane. A dribble of urine escaped Scully’s urethra and Mulder watched, fascinated, as it flowed over her parts to soak into both the remnants of the diaper padding and the bedclothes below her pert bottom. He leaned in, darted out a tongue, curious. That was it for Scully. With a series of cries, she shuddered through a second orgasm. This gave Skinner the incentive to get off and Mulder the inspiration he needed to ejaculate again. He hadn’t been hard when Skinner had first entered him, but he was now. He reached under himself to take hold of his dick and gave an outraged shout when Skinner grabbed his wrist and denied him. To add insult to injury, Scully giggled.“Fuck you, lady,” spat Mulder and she giggled some more, covering her mouth with the back of one hand. “Fuck. You,” he panted hard as Skinner reamed his ass like he was the last available diaper boy on the planet. “Uh, uh, uh!”“Cum, Fox,” panted Skinner.“I don’t think… I can,” puffed Mulder.“I said cum!”“AH!” Mulder shot his second load onto the sheet and blanket.“Yes!” ground out Skinner triumphantly as Mulder’s ass muscles subsequently milked his orgasm from him. Mulder would have collapsed, but Skinner held him up until he was done with him, then the older man pulled out and staggered away from the bed. Mulder looked around as he slumped to the side, avoiding the wet spot he’d left behind. He felt Scully’s hand on the back of his neck gentling him. He felt well and truly fucked and was sure he looked it. Skinner, he was surprised to see, was still mostly dressed and was already doing up his pants and tucking in his shirt.“What now, sir?” Mulder asked blearily. He was sated from his orgasms and wanted nothing more than to crawl under the covers and sleep for a week, preferably in his partner’s arms, though he wouldn’t mind Skinner spooning him from behind. That fucking had been something else and he was a little sore and could use the comfort.“Now,” said Skinner, bending over beside the couch and picking something out of his briefcase, “you and Dana will go take showers and put on clean diapers.” He straightened and tossed two white padded rectangles toward the bed where they landed with a soft fwap. Mulder gave Skinner the evil eye. Scully looked at Mulder and he looked at her.“Together?” Mulder suggested about the shower.“Uh-uh. Take separate showers,” said Skinner with his hands clenched briefly at his sides. Mulder narrowed his eyes at the other man, but Scully just smiled and slinked off the bed toward the bathroom. A white clump of diaper padding remained where she had lain.Skinner drew closer to the side of the bed and looked down at his latest conquest. He reached out and flicked some diaper filling off Mulder’s cheek. It was then that Mulder noticed the distinct absence on Skinner’s left hand. He looked up at Skinner slyly and said, “You’re not wearing your wedding ring. Trouble in paradise, sir?”“That’s none of your business,” said Skinner gruffly, the fingers of his left hand twitching slightly.“Ah, got it,” said Mulder but couldn’t help grinning a little.“How do you feel?” asked Skinner, his voice tempering to something gentler and more intimate.“I’ll live,” said Mulder cheekily.“I’m serious, Mulder. How’s your ass? I gave it quite the pounding,” said Skinner and his lip curled into a boastful grin.“Like I said, I’ll live,” said Mulder even as Skinner leaned over the head of the bed, over Mulder, and brought their faces together.“You smell like Dana,” murmured Skinner, face inches from Mulder.“Well, as soon as she gets out of the shower and lets me in there, I’ll smell like my old self again,” said Mulder quietly. Skinner’s hand grabbed him by the jaw and tilted his face up. Their lips met and Skinner devoured Mulder’s mouth as though he owned every molar, every taste bud.“Just don’t pee yourself before you make it in there. I don’t want to have to call housekeeping to clean up after you,” warned Skinner after roughly nipping Mulder’s lower lip and pushing him away.“Sir, yes, sir,” drawled Mulder and lay back, closing his eyes, listening to the sound of the shower in the other room and imagining the water painting Scully’s body in rivulets of crystal. His asshole throbbed, reminding him of Skinner’s ownership, but then his nostrils flared, catching the smell of her on his face and he smiled.
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Skinner looked down at the divorce papers, pen poised to sign. He couldn’t do it. He’d put his wedding ring back on the minute he’d gotten to work the morning of his tryst with Scully and Mulder. He hadn’t gone home that night. He hadn’t gone home until the following evening, late. He’d found the condo cold and dark and missing some of Sharon’s personal belongings. She had carried out her threat to go to her parent’s house. It took him two days to find another apartment and clear his own stuff out of their condo.Decree of divorce. Seventeen years. Failure hit him like a freight train, scattering pieces of him all over the map. Memories flooded him, just as randomly scattered. Their wedding, back when he’d still had hair. Their honeymoon. Their buying the condo. His first time sneaking around on her to pay a young man who, in retrospect, looked remarkably like Mulder, to dress up in a diaper and let him hold him through the night while tentatively touching his padded crotch and buttocks. His guilt afterwards and his promise to himself that he’d never do it again. Fast forward, past multiple careful affairs which were mostly just one-night stands, to the good times and bad with Sharon, silent nights where they didn’t speak at all to each other and weekends spent joyously antiquing or going to watch a baseball game together, attending her family’s holiday parties and other functions. Burying his parents together one at a time. Their attempts at having a child that never manifested and left them each feeling hollow for different reasons. Skinner hung his head. It couldn’t have lasted. It hadn’t lasted. It was over, but he didn’t want to let it go. Some deep, weak part of him still loved her. He capped his pen and decided he needed to get out of the office, to go get a drink. He ignored the lawyer’s advice to just get it over with. As he sat at the bar at the Ambassador Hotel, his choice of hotels for many of his trysts over the years, and the pretty blonde diapered woman approached him with a few kind words, he thought, “What’s one more indiscretion?” He didn’t know until it was too late that she was a high-priced hooker and by then he was in a hell of his own making.