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In my line of responsibility money is not a factor; I get extremely well paid and constantly what I ask for. That's one of the advantages when you're in a league of your own.
The cost I need to pay is living a hush hush life of secrecy and making sure I'm in no other way associated with my customers. And I'm continually checked and under examination of a doctor who works for MI5. This offers me clearance with even the most delicate contacts, like the princesses of Britain and Monaco.
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One day a man approached me at the bar. Suit, friendly, peaceful handsome. He said he had discovered my yearning for the ladies, the method I observed them on the beach. He asked me if I had noticed the girls' desire for me. I had not. He explained to me they did. He told me there was something that made the ladies want me, physically. They wished to make love with me. Was it my physique, I asked him. That might be part of it, he said, however not always so. Undoubtedly girls are more brought in to good-looking males, but that's inadequate for them to wish to make love. Really wanting to make love, beyond a fleeting vision. Like a burning desire that needs to be snuffed out. He was sure I had that attraction.
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