The You Don't Have a Partner Affair: Chapter 10

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Napoleon, like Illya, has the ability to separate his mind from what his body is feeling; every UNCLE agent does. In the Survival School class that taught them how to do it, the instructor had advised that each man visualize something that would help him achieve that goal. For Napoleon, he imagined a room in his mind, a room he could enter with a solid door with double – sided windows from which he could look out. It was there that he put himself now; closing the door securely behind him, he turned and looked out the window.

He could “see” that his mind was enjoying having sex with his wife, but no matter how much he concentrated, he could not feel any physical sexual excitement or satisfaction. Okay, he thought, I’m not really having sex, so it’s safe to say that perhaps this woman isn’t my wife.

He looked farther down the corridors of his mind so that he could see the woman’s face through his eyes. She seemed so familiar. Who are you? Just then, his “wife” executed a move that, had his body truly been involved, would have elicited a response from him that would have brought him to the brink of release and in fact, the part of his mind that thought it was making love groaned loudly.

He moved away from the window to think. It was his experience that not many women felt comfortable with their sexuality and bodies and because of that, they were not completely comfortable in bed, even when they wanted to be there, they were shy and reluctant to take the lead. Only one woman he had ever been with had been confident enough to perform that particular act. The first time she had done it to him, he had almost lost control of himself, one of the rare times he had shown vulnerability in the presence of an enemy. Angelique, you laughed when we finished and said I was lucky you didn’t feel like killing me that night or I would have been a goner. So. Now you’re appearing in this…this delusion as my wife? That’s no coincidence!

Okay, Napoleon, what do you know, he asked himself as he began to “pace” within the imaginary room. This is a hallucination brought on by…I think I remember being gassed. Angelique is involved, so THRUSH must be, too. I didn’t think so before. They’re trying to get me to believe I’m married to her, so when I wake up, I will give them information they want. Now. What don’t I know? I don’t know what information they want. I don’t know how long they’ve had me. I don’t know where Illya is.

Napoleon stopped pacing and “sat” in a chair he had created for himself. They don’t know that I know the illusion isn’t real, so unless something changes, I’m going to continue to play this game. I have to see this thing through.

Comments

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Excellent Napoleon turn, and POV! This story is progressing beautifully!

[laurose8.livejournal.com]

Thanks for this enjoyable and constructive chapter.

[gevr.livejournal.com]

a good elaboration of the previous chapter ! And very Napoleon-like :-)

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

You've really gotten into Napoleon's head with this chapter, and we've now got both agents actively working on the problem.

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

What a potent moment of self-examination. Napoleon's thought processes are a stroke of genius here, his ability to step into a room and shut the door so he can 'think'. Really well done.

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

Glad you think it sounds like him! Thanks!

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

Looking forward to the next chapter. Thanks for commenting.

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much!