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Date Posted: Thursday, October 27, 05:25:41am
Author: Bulbous Ballerina
Subject: Friday Challenge: Special Halloween Edition
In reply to: JayBee and Nell 's message, "Friday Challenge: Special Halloween Edition" on Friday, October 21, 05:20:59pm

Sitting in front of the dresser, I keep watch on my marks reflection in the mirror.

As silently as possible, I transmit the co-ordinates and all important intel to Birkoff. He knows what to do with it. I freeze as out of the corner of eye I see his reflection turning. Thank god he is only getting comfortable, his sleep undisturbed. I release the breath I don't even realise that I am holding.

He's snoring, his fat gut vibrating with each inhalation of oxygen. And then there's that annoyingly disgusting nose whistle on the exhale. The deep sleep of the sexually sated.

I remember thinking that a Valentine Op would be so glamorous. The best clothes. The best food. The best of everything.

How wrong could I have been? It's disgusting. They're all disgusting. I'm disgusting, nothing more than a prostitute. Only my currency is intel.

Returning back to the bed, I glance at the digital clock glowing red neon in the darkness. 1am Oct 31. Halloween.

I turn tricks, and I am the treat. How bizarre.

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