"Like with the CIA?" Not specifically. I just remember wanting to be a spy or special agent. Go on missions in exotic places. Protect important people...and save the world. That sort of thing." Sounds neat." Sounds short-lived, is what it was. I actually did train myself some when I could. Learned a few languages, which I'm pretty rusty with now. While I was working my way through college, I took a couple firearms classes for my phys ed requirements and found out I was a pretty darn good shot.. He says they have the Beggs, his employers, as prisoners on board." That is an unlikely story," remarked the Admiral."I know, but Washington is very anxious that we pick this fellow up, I thought..." Ah! Lieutenant Simeon!" he called to his secretary, "is the 'Chasseur' still based in the Marquesas?" Yes, Admiral," he answered, "at Atuona in the Southern Group." We have a Patrol vessel a day's steaming away," he explained to Prewer, "It's an old torpedo boat, I will send it to pick your man. A very pretty woman, from what I saw. I feel cheated, which is ridiculous because I have no claim on Mr Burgess.I retrieve my shorts and my book and go inside, feeling very flat and no longer horny. (There must be a better word for describing a woman in need of sex.) I busy myself with some housework for a while, trying not to think about Mr Burgess or on-line titillation or Alex, and after twenty minutes or so I am reasonably calm. The sun is still shining on my balcony so I make a cup. I wanted more, Alun has a big dick but he does not have the sexual appetite that I have. We have sex 3 times a week and always on a Sunday morning. I have always fancied anal sex but Alun does not. He is not convinced he would like it, so it looks like I am going to remain an anal virgin.My birthday was coming up and I told him that I wanted something special, the Turkish waiter type of special. I told him what I fancied.Well unbeknown to me he placed an advert in a swingers web site and told.