Prompt 1.9 I will remember this moment, forever
I'll never forget the time I nearly got married.
It was the first time I went undercover as an MI5 agent. Everyone thinks MI5 is like the glamorous world of James Bond but it's not really. I spent more time in the office than outside of it and I certainly never travelled to the exciting destinations he does in the films. Besides, that's MI6. But I was sent out on one occasion and I was determined to do well and prove I could do it.
I threw myself into my role as John Simpson and befriended a woman called Betty Wainwright. That was easy, all I had to do was listen to her talk and ask insightful questions. Well, I say easy, since she could talk for England about nothing at all and I had a hard time staying awake, I can tell you. Fortunately, she didn't notice and suggested we meet up again.
She was, well, not entirely on the right side of the law, but she had information we needed and there was just no other way to get it.
Our next meeting, it turned out, was dinner at her house. So I was expecting, well, dinner. Which there was, it was just accompanied by her wearing very little. This threw me a little, and I worried that she was doing it on purpose, but she never gave any indication that she knew who I was.
Somehow I managed to survive through dinner but afterwards she, well, I won't go into the sordid details, but she made it very clear she was not just interested in my mind. I muttered an excuse about not believing in sex before marriage and she backed off immediately. However, it only served to make her more interested in me, as she said how much she admire my moral conviction.
I only wish it were true - I did think that once but it is just as well I changed my mind, as I don't think I would like to be celibate my entire life.
Things went better after that and I managed to get tidbits of information out of her. But it was not enough and clearly drastic measures were needed. Perhaps I should have just laid back and thought of England and hoped she talked in her sleep but it was too late now. So I suggested marriage instead, never intending to go through with it.
The next thing I knew I was pestered night and day for decisions on wedding-related matters. Fortunately, Betsy had no living relatives, but her rate of organisation was enough to scare me on its own. It seems to be a female thing, I have noticed.
In the end I could bear it no more and hinted that I couldn't wait until our marriage night. That had an immediate effect and the next thing I knew I was flat on my back on her bed, naked, and thinking of Sarah Jane Smith. No, not in that way. But Sarah once called me James Bond, just before I went on an undercover mission when I was in UNIT, and I was determined to prove my credentials as 007 once again.
This time my persistence was rewarded and afterwards she answered my questions, sleepily. Later, I took the information to HQ and established I never needed to see her again, which was frankly, a relief. Even if it wouldn't be Harry Sullivan who was married to her, I was glad to be out of her clutches. She was not the sort of woman I wanted to be spending time with.
However, I couldn't just leave without a word. She might track me down, worry about my motives, or worse, connect me as informing on her. So I wrote her a letter and posted it from the other side of London. Since my undercover identity was similar to that of my own for simplicity, she knew I was a naval officer. So I told her I had been posted abroad and sadly our relationship had to end. I left her no address and I haven't heard from her since.
Well, except for once, when I came across her in the street. But that's another story.
It was the first time I went undercover as an MI5 agent. Everyone thinks MI5 is like the glamorous world of James Bond but it's not really. I spent more time in the office than outside of it and I certainly never travelled to the exciting destinations he does in the films. Besides, that's MI6. But I was sent out on one occasion and I was determined to do well and prove I could do it.
I threw myself into my role as John Simpson and befriended a woman called Betty Wainwright. That was easy, all I had to do was listen to her talk and ask insightful questions. Well, I say easy, since she could talk for England about nothing at all and I had a hard time staying awake, I can tell you. Fortunately, she didn't notice and suggested we meet up again.
She was, well, not entirely on the right side of the law, but she had information we needed and there was just no other way to get it.
Our next meeting, it turned out, was dinner at her house. So I was expecting, well, dinner. Which there was, it was just accompanied by her wearing very little. This threw me a little, and I worried that she was doing it on purpose, but she never gave any indication that she knew who I was.
Somehow I managed to survive through dinner but afterwards she, well, I won't go into the sordid details, but she made it very clear she was not just interested in my mind. I muttered an excuse about not believing in sex before marriage and she backed off immediately. However, it only served to make her more interested in me, as she said how much she admire my moral conviction.
I only wish it were true - I did think that once but it is just as well I changed my mind, as I don't think I would like to be celibate my entire life.
Things went better after that and I managed to get tidbits of information out of her. But it was not enough and clearly drastic measures were needed. Perhaps I should have just laid back and thought of England and hoped she talked in her sleep but it was too late now. So I suggested marriage instead, never intending to go through with it.
The next thing I knew I was pestered night and day for decisions on wedding-related matters. Fortunately, Betsy had no living relatives, but her rate of organisation was enough to scare me on its own. It seems to be a female thing, I have noticed.
In the end I could bear it no more and hinted that I couldn't wait until our marriage night. That had an immediate effect and the next thing I knew I was flat on my back on her bed, naked, and thinking of Sarah Jane Smith. No, not in that way. But Sarah once called me James Bond, just before I went on an undercover mission when I was in UNIT, and I was determined to prove my credentials as 007 once again.
This time my persistence was rewarded and afterwards she answered my questions, sleepily. Later, I took the information to HQ and established I never needed to see her again, which was frankly, a relief. Even if it wouldn't be Harry Sullivan who was married to her, I was glad to be out of her clutches. She was not the sort of woman I wanted to be spending time with.
However, I couldn't just leave without a word. She might track me down, worry about my motives, or worse, connect me as informing on her. So I wrote her a letter and posted it from the other side of London. Since my undercover identity was similar to that of my own for simplicity, she knew I was a naval officer. So I told her I had been posted abroad and sadly our relationship had to end. I left her no address and I haven't heard from her since.
Well, except for once, when I came across her in the street. But that's another story.