Discretion is the polite word for hypocrisy.
However I dress it up, I was a spy and I am not proud of it.
The fathers, if they got me alone, would try to kiss and fondle me. I hated it.
I like to think that people live on in other people's memories.
They wanted to hear about the sex, of course. But not the rest; no one wanted to hear the rest.
We knew we were talking about spies. I knew he knew I knew. I was digging my own grave.