Escapades of an Erotic Spy - Part 1 A Spy is Born by Lexington Manheim Read Free Book Online Page A

assume you've still got his
tucked away somewhere?"
    I sighed heavily.
    "Sure," she smirked without amusement. "No
girl gets rid of those."
    "Do I have to?" I whimpered.
    "Play along, and you'll get a light
sentence. Time served. Maybe a small fine. Like I said…you're not
the one they want to make an example of."
    I started to cry. "But I love him."
    "So you came all the way to Crackertown
where you could get arrested just for being in the same hotel room
with him." My mother huffed and leaned back in her chair. "Has my
example taught you nothing?"
    * * * *
    My mother's life was indeed a cautionary
tale. As a young girl, she was living an upper-middle-class
existence with her family in Washington when she met an assistant
to a visiting diplomatic consul of an independent African nation.
As the saying goes, one thing led to another, and soon they were
sneaking about, searching for secluded spots to conduct their
romantic trysts. The diplomat and his staff were recalled to their
homeland, but not before the assistant left his seed inside my
mother. The shame of the unmarried 19-year-old's pregnancy was
eclipsed by the family's horror when the child was born. Its skin
tone told the whole and, in their eyes, unspeakable story.
    According to my mother's account of it, she
gave birth to me in her bedroom. The doctor left the room shortly
after I was delivered, and thirty seconds later my grandfather,
ashen and perspiring, charged in and saw me lying in a crib that
had been prepared for my arrival. He pushed aside a midwife, whom
the family had retained, and went directly to the crib to stare at
his new granddaughter. There was a lit kerosene lamp on some nearby
table. He grabbed it by its base and shoved it dangerously close to
me. The illumination gave him the conclusive evidence that turned
his stomach. He stormed out a few seconds later, and my mother said
she heard him bellow, "As soon as she can walk, she goes!"
    My mother was banished from the family home
and left to make a life for herself and her daughter anyway she
could. It wasn't easy. She was forced to sell everything she owned
just to be able to afford the rent of a dilapidated little
apartment. White society shunned this girl with her mixed race
child. So she could find a place to live only by going into
Washington's black neighborhoods. Sadly, even there, her acceptance
was only marginal. As a white woman, she wasn't really seen as one
of their community.
    * * * *
    "I won't do it." I folded my arms in
determination. "I won't testify against Beau."
    "You're being foolish!"
    "Even if I did, his family would never allow
anything bad to happen to him. They'll fight it. They've got
money."
    "His family won't lift a finger." My mother
leaned in. "This is their ultimate humiliation. They've publicly
disowned that boy. He's on his own."
    "How do you know?"
    "The judge was very informative. We had a
long talk. Fortunately, he's a man who can be reasoned with."
    "Would you like me to tell you what you can
do with your reason, Mama?" I squinted, fire practically shooting
from my eyes.
    "Shhh!"
    "Did you think you could just decide all
this for everyone?"
    "Well, you can see how well your
decision-making skills have worked out."
    "Oh!—and you've been such a
stunning role model! Haven't you, Mama? What?—did you tell the
judge how close you and I are, and how you couldn't live knowing I
was in jail? We both know what bushwa that is! Or did you promise
him you'd do his laundry for a year? Or share your booze with him?
Tell me, Mama. What's the going rate for reasoning with a judge?"
    "I sucked his dick."
    The words stung when I heard my mother speak
them. What's more, the way she said it—sharp, businesslike, cold,
cruel. I shivered.
    "That's right," she continued with a breathy
quiver in her voice, "it's come to that. I did it so my daughter
wouldn't have to rot in some prison where white guards would mete
out whatever treatment they think deserving of a… And, well,