Futurama sex story part 9: I Dream of Leela Chapter 3

On the screen, the girl cries over Buddy while Clinton has his arm around her shoulder. In the bushes, a particular cat wearing a collar that says Socks laughs to himself. )Scene: Leela and Frys apartment. (Fry and Leela are lying in their bed. Hes talking to her, but shes just staring at the ceiling. )Fry: That sure is neat, huh? I mean, you could bring back Lincoln and all those other people from my time. And Id finally be able to prove to you who made the cotton gin. Leela: It was Eli Whitney. Fry: I think David Duchovny would have to disagree with you. I mean, who else but him could invent it? Whoever did make it obviously had some mental problems. And he was always around aliens and Bigfoot and stuff. He had to be a little disturbed. (Pause) Are you even listening? Leela: What? Sorry, I was just thinking. Fry: About what? Leela: Oh, yknow, stuff. Like those fortune cookies from last night. Fry: Oh yeah! Mine was right. I got a letter from Ed McMann today. But I was too freaked out to open it. And then I spilled Slurm on it, so I had to. I won a free package of adhesive medical strips. Leela: Hm. Fry: Something you wanna say? Leela: Wellkind of. Fry: Go ahead. Leela: Its just thatI meanerwell, where do you see us going? Fry: What do you mean? Leela: Like do you see us staying this way for very long or breaking up or gettingwellFry: (Gulps) I hadnt thought about itLeela: I didnt think so. …to be continued!