The moll

This certain excerpt’s plot describes the trials of a CIA deserter that was sent to San Francisco to serve with the Russian consulate and is ordered by his operator to meet a certain collaborator...

The moll

Identity Conflict

An excerpt

They did not talk all along the few hundred yards to her apartment, they did not stop to kiss and sneak a look back; to check surveillance as she rather naively proposed, the street was empty and the sound of their footsteps' echoes emphasized their solitude: traffic was scarce and just a few cars passed them with their blazing headlights.

But in the elevator she clung to him and kissed his lips again and again. In her apartment right after she switched on the lights and closed the entrance door, she turned to him with a pale face and a demanding look.

'Shall we have dinner first or…?'

'We'll eat later,' he answered her clearing his throat with expectation.

She led him to her bedroom and they undressed quickly, and got rid of their cloths with eager nervousness.

He had her twice and he put on his underwear, shirt and pants, while she covered her naked body with a light robe.

She led him back to her living room. It was a two room apartment; the living room furniture consisted on of a small rectangular dining table with four chairs, and a TV set on a low chest of drawers next to the opposite wall.

'I don't know your name yet,' Don remarked, as he sat down next to table in the living room.

'Irene, Irina in fact I'm Russian but I was born here in San Francisco.' She added proudly.

'And what's your name,' She asked him smiling.

'Don and I am a Russian just as you're, but I was born in our homeland.'

She went over to the chest of drawers at the opposite corner, and returned with a bottle of whisky and two glasses.

'We're getting along very well and it deserves a toast.' She declared smiling with a note of satisfaction, while she was filling their glasses.

'Nazdrovia that's the right blessing isn't it?' She asked him smiling, as they clunk their glasses.

'Yes that's the right blessing.' Don answered with a warm smile, and emptied his glass in one gulp.

'I'll fetch us our dinner,' she told him as she put her empty glass on the table, and went over to the kitchen.

He watched her amazed as she made her way to the kitchen, her well shaped body covered with that flimsy robe aroused him again; and he waited impatiently to her return. He was still astounded by the fast turnout of events. He did not give a thought to it up to this very moment, but now while she was in the kitchen, he wondered what it was all about.

She's in her early thirties no doubt, but she's still young and good looking; she isn't as beautiful as Alina, but Alina is history and I'll never see again, but I'm still mad in love with her. He could not but admit it, particularly now right after he made love to Irene.

Irene came back from the kitchen carrying two loaded dishes in her hands like a well experienced waiter, she reached his side and bending down she put both the dishes on the table.

He sent his hand and embraced her narrow waist eagerly, ready to pull her to his lap and have her again. But she turned awaay and bent to him, she kissed lightly his lips and stood up and raised her forefinger to her lips; she switched on the TV and increased the sound volume, and sat on a chair facing him.

'We'd better eat first and talk meanwhile on what we're supposed to do together. I've a job and a free hand with the Frisco FBI branch. I'll get the info and you'll pass it on, and thus I'll be free to gather info with lowering the risks' rate of being caught.'

'And how I'm supposed to pass it?' He wondered aloud with skepticism. She could be caught red handed just the same while gathering info at the FBI center, as she termed her contribution to the consulate team. She must be an amateur concerning clandestine activity despite all her talk on checking surveillance, in which she tried to impress him but she's a devil in bed. He thought while reminding himself the blissful moments they experienced just a while ago.

'You'll be called; you've got your mobile on you, haven't you?'

'Yes of course, okay and thanks Irene.' Don muttered doing his best to hide his doubts and worries.

'Let's go to bed but you'll pass the night in your hotel, and tomorrow you'll pack up and return to stay with me.'

'Aren't you going to work tomorrow morning?'

'I took a day off Don you don't have to worry; you won't face a locked door tomorrow morning.' She added smiling.

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