The more I read about the spying world the more I learn about the murky and sleazy aspect of undercover work.
Often used to elicit information is a tactic known as sexspionage which is designed to sexually compromise an opponent. A honey trap operation is set in operation: the target will be seduced and either made to confide classified intelligence in bed, in what is commonly described as pillow talk, or through blackmail.
A male seducer is known as a 'raven', a seductress as a 'swallow' and a 'swallow's nest' is the name given for the double-apartments in which the target would be seduced in one room while, next door, technicians filmed or taped the entire affair.
Absorbing all this stuff full of fascinating facts opened my eyes and I began to wonder if I had underestimated the cunning and deceit that being a spy entailed.
What if the job required it, would I be willing to become a 'swallow'?
Even a girl like me, with a healthy sexual appetite, has her limits.
I cannot discount any possibility. For all I know Gideon may be a 'raven' intent on seducing and compromising me! No, that's too ludicrous to contemplate. I am sure that his only intention is to get into my knickers. At the moment he is behaving himself. From the conservatory I can see him at the bottom of the garden pruning the roses.
He has seen me, waves and soon after sends me a text which reinforces my belief that his testosterone is working overtime.
“Hi gorgeous, how are you keeping?”
Several text messages later he enquires on whether I use an electric toothbrush and when I ask why he replies,
“Idle curiosity. Don't let me keep you, sleep tight tonight.”
And, brandishing the secateurs, goes back to pruning.
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My house is finally rid of electronic listening devices, I am reliably informed by Willy Browning, the technician sent by HQ following my discovery that my landline was bugged.
He had been advised by Gideon to call when I was out jogging to avoid any possibility of corona virus contamination but I was convinced that that rascal had ulterior motives in not wanting me to meet Willy.
The reason was obvious as soon as I saw this hunk of a man. His physique was such that I felt weak at the knees just looking at his biceps. In comparison to him Gideon's body, that in normal circumstance I would relish with zest, looked puny.
We sensibly kept our 'social' (and sexual) distance but I made a mental note for future reference of the choices available.
He told me not to worry about the phone being wired, it may have been intended for the previous owners of the house and nothing to do with me.
I was given a new mobile phone and told to use that for personal calls instead of the landline. I still didn't know what was happening but felt reassured.
© Luigi Pagano 2020