From: mitchg555@usa.pipeline.com(Mitchell Graham)
Subject: Ya know, the X Files.
Date: 13 Feb 1996 22:33:57 GMT

                                      
This story is in no way influenced by anything but the whirling chaotic
thoughts in my feverish head.  Nothing much is really based on the show,
except I used a character's name.  I welcome any criticism, just don't be
too harsh <Sniff!>.  Adios! 
 
 
    
 
 Samantha's Story 
 
 
    Samantha awoke with a start, the blanket strewn haphazardly across her
body falling off abruptly.  She gathered it up in her arms to cover her
bare skin, not out of any residual feelings of bashfulness, but with the
knowledge that the eztreme cold of this alien environment would kill
without remorse.  Her Doitzotian lover, Snarftly X'Ross, had evidently left
in a rush after Samantha had entered the magical slumberland of dream. 
Puzzling over this occurence with heated contemplation, Samantha was
nonetheless moving quickly in a vain attempt to gather warmth into her
chilled personage.   Pulling on her crumpled blouse, she was seized by a
sudden fit of overwhelming sadness, and could hardly contain the tears
inside her sparkling eyes.  She knew not what induced such depression, only
that she felt a great longing, and not for her alien overlord.  A faint,
yet cherished, memory, clouded throughout the long years of abuse at the
hands of her tormentors, resurfaced, much to her confusion.  Samantha
pushed all these thoughts aside for the moment and finished dressing.  She
left her room of crystal design, and stepped out into the vivid cold, a
lone tear streaming down her delicate cheek.  With a brief signal, the
day's work began, and she was approached by several of the green hued
inhabitants of this world.  These "males" eagerly vied for Samantha's
product, that being her indentured servitude, and whatever that may entail.
 So Samantha subdued a rising shudder, and pretended to enjoy her
profession of prostitution, all the while dreaming of the pretty green and
blue planet of Earth.