Escapades of an Erotic Spy - Part 1 A Spy is Born (14 page)

My training involved almost no talk of sex.
A curious omission when you stop to think about the key purpose for
which I was chosen. About the only thing sexual I can recall being
discussed was a birth control method, and that only came up after I
raised the concern. The lieutenant assured me there’d be no problem
about fitting me for a diaphragm. I must say I was shocked to hear
him use the actual word rather than some well-chose euphemism, as
was more common in the United States. However, that was another
occasion when he reminded me we weren’t in America.

“
This is
Paris,” he had quipped. “You can practically buy ‘em on every
street corner with a
crepe
Suzette
.”

Apparently feeling our conversation had come
to a close, he shut his eyes again and began snuggling into the
seat. I wanted to allow him to sleep, but my mind was racing.

“
Lieutenant?”

“
And another thing…” He
shot up straight, a stern tone in his voice. “Stop calling me
‘Lieutenant.’ On this mission, I’m a Swiss businessman, and you’re
a single woman from Africa. That’s what our papers say. So let’s
not contradict them. Don’t breathe a word about my rank to anyone.
They find out I’m in the U.S. Army, and… Well, I think you know
what that means.”

“
So what should I call
you?”

“
Why don’t you try calling
me ‘Faust’?”

I laughed. It struck me funny. Leaning in
with clandestine mischief, I smirked, “Is that your code name?”

“
No!” He furrowed his brow.
“It’s my real name—Faust Ricci.”

“
Oh,” I gulped with
embarrassment. “Sorry.”

“
At least
it’s an actual name,” he snapped. “Where’d you pull ‘Dexeter Foxxe’
out of—
Grimm’s Fairy
Tales
?”

“
I said I was
sorry.”

“
Sure, you’re always sorry
about something,” he grumbled.

He pursed his lips. I could tell he was
annoyed with me again. It seemed like I was forever disappointing
him.

Finally, he huffed, “So what were you going
to ask me...before?”

Oh, those piercing
eyes
.

“
Nothing,” I
exhaled.

While my companion settled back into his
bench, ready to resume slumber, I looked out the window. Anything
to get out from under the glare of those eyes. It was a lovely
alpine landscape beyond the compartment window—snowcapped
mountains, trees, rivers, and the occasional chalet. However, I
wasn’t enjoying any of it. I felt like crying.

My companion must have snuck a peek and
detected my mood.

“
What is it?” He
straightened up in his seat.

“
Nothing important.” I kept
my focus on the passing countryside.

“
Come on,” he insisted.
“You look like you’re about to pass out. So tell me.”

“
Well,
I’m sorry I’m not as savvy as you are,” I blurted. “I’m really out
of my element here…and just a little nervous. More than
a
little
.
You can understand that, can’t you?”

“
Yes, I
can understand it.” He squinted at me. “Now there’s
something
you
need to understand. Once we enter Germany, we’re in enemy
territory. And what we’re doing’s called
espionage
. You know what the penalty
is for that. I’ll do my best to keep you as safe as I can, but
there are no guarantees. So, if you don’t have the intestinal
fortitude—no, let me rephrase that, Miss Foxx. If you don’t have
the
guts
to do
this, then say so now, before a whole lot of people put
their
lives on the
line.”

I went rigid. Even
he
had never spoken to
me in that tone before.

“
Well,” he continued, “what
about it? Are you in or out?”

I swallowed hard. “I’m in.”

“
All right,” he said. “Try
to have a little confidence in yourself. If I didn’t think you
could do it, I wouldn’t be here with you. It’s risking my life as
well. And my life’s kind of important to me, Miss
Foxxe.”

Just hearing him say that, I felt a little
better. In fact, I felt a lot better. He had confidence in me. Up
till then, I hadn’t thought he did.

“
Maybe you could call me by
my first name, too,” I said, suddenly feeling more amiable. “I
mean, as long as I’m calling you by yours. You could call me
Dexeter…if you want.”

“
Dexeter,” he repeated as
though trying it on for size. “It’s a bit long. Would it be all
right if I called you Dex?”

“
If you like.”

“
All right,” he said. “From
now on, it’s Dex and Faust. Pleased to meet ya.”

“
My pleasure.”

“
Do me a favor, Dex. Wake
me when we get to Bern station.” He turned sideways and tried to
find a comfortable position in which to rest. “Is that my code
name?” he sneered under his breath, shaking his head as he went
back to sleep.

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Escapades of an Erotic Spy

Part 1 - A Spy Is Born

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