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section7mfu“How do you do it, Napoleon?” Rita cooed, as they both enjoyed the post-sex euphoria.
“Do what?”
“Put yourself in harm’s way. Doesn’t it scare you?”
“Not at all,” he lied. “And I do it because someone has to.”
“I think you’re so brave.”
Napoleon tried not to sigh. Bravery had nothing to do with it. A job had to be done, and he was one of the few chosen to do it. Besides, being a secret agent had its perks; travel, good food and, of course, beautiful women.
“Let’s change the subject,” he said, as he kissed her deeply.
“Do what?”
“Put yourself in harm’s way. Doesn’t it scare you?”
“Not at all,” he lied. “And I do it because someone has to.”
“I think you’re so brave.”
Napoleon tried not to sigh. Bravery had nothing to do with it. A job had to be done, and he was one of the few chosen to do it. Besides, being a secret agent had its perks; travel, good food and, of course, beautiful women.
“Let’s change the subject,” he said, as he kissed her deeply.
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