Kissing Frogs
By luigi_pagano
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Prior to the onset of the pandemic I was chomping at the bit to embark on sleuthing not for the police but the Security Services but due firstly to bureaucratic inefficiency and then the introduction of 'social distancing' I was excluded from unhampered movements. As a consequence I had plenty of spare time. I didn't sit twiddling my thumbs but used it wisely and effectively.
I follow my workout routine with daily High Intensity exercises, jogging and walking; I am catching up with my reading and, as I want to become an expert on espionage, I have discovered that there is a vast selection of manuals for spy training available to me. There are some dealing with the role of women in intelligence which are particularly appealing and I have ordered them on line.
What I find fascinating is the great number of females that have at various times participated in clandestine work.
The one most talked about is Mata Hari, a Dutch exotic dancer who was convicted of being a spy for Germany and executed by firing squad in France in 1917 although it is believed she was made a scapegoat for French military failures for which she had nothing to do.
The name that caught my eye was that of Amy Thorpe Pack who was given the code name Cynthia.
An American woman, married to a British diplomat, who began extramarital affairs finding her marriage passionless. Her motivation was a lust for danger and excitement and she volunteered her services to MI6 whose chief of station contacted her and asked her to infiltrate embassies.
Coincidentally, while I was doing my research, I received a phone call from my ex fellow student Cynthia, the one with wandering hands, whose name came up at my interview. It was a friendly call, she said, to enquire how I was and how I was bearing up being self-isolating.
She informed me that the pupils who were on the same course as I was had been quizzed - not very discreetly, it seems - about me; that my old nickname (was it Hot Lips or Hot Pants, she maliciously asked) was being bandied about.
I admit that I rather relished being referred to as 'Hot Lips' – a term borrowed from the TV series M.A.S.H. - to reflect my so called passionate nature.
It's true that I have kissed a few frogs hoping to find my prince, but resent being described as a nymphomaniac.
She waffled on how happy she was that she and her girlfriend had decided to co-habit, bitchily adding she felt sorry for me not having a warm body to cuddle up to at night and suggested a few alternatives to relieve my frustration. I gave her short shrift and cut her off.
I am not surprised that questions are being asked; I know that I am being vetted and those enquiries must be germane and central to the issue and yet I feel a bit uneasy.
© Luigi Pagano 2020
See also
1) https://www.abctales.com/story/luigipagano/incident-porttofino
2) https://www.abctales.com/story/luigipagano/top-secret
3) https://www.abctales.com/story/luigipagano/being-positive
4) https://www.abctales.com/story/luigipagano/chalet-bottom-garden
5) https://www.abctales.com/story/luigipagano/my-name-gideon
6) https://www.abctales.com/story/luigipagano/long-wait
7) https://www.abctales.com/story/luigipagano/truth-emerges
8) https://www.abctales.com/story/luigipagano/hot-lips-0
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Where has Jessica's new frog
Where has Jessica's new frog gone? Is he still at the bottom of the garden?
Having replied to your comment on my poem, I did wonder about asking you as you write so much yourself, what your writing process was? I imagine that you do lots of research, especially for some as they can be very detailed.
Rachel x
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Well, everything appears as
Well, everything appears as though you have been very tidy and methodical and I'm sure that's all that matters. And yes, perhaps a toad. I'll wait and see. Rachel x
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