He could let them inform the CIA, and they’d keep his family’s names out of it; now that he was a paid consultant for them.“The next time I take... you along to play Spy, Troy, we’re going to a casino. Preferably one I already own. Even if not, buying the joint will be easier than this.”“There’s no sport. I always win at your casinos, Helen.” Troy replied. “Every time, in fact. Even if you’re not with me.”“Yeah, weird, that.” Helen answered. She looked over at the stockpile of death that she’d. " Sometimes Tom, I just feel like letting myself go, get fat and not care, heck he won't care but he will say something that is not nice."Did you ask 'Why was he dishing out complements about the other women at the bouffet table?" I thought about it but he would come up with some cock and bull story that he had to and frankly I did not think it was worth the bother, you know him, he'd start to rant and rave about things having nothing to do with any of this." "Mom, that is how he planned it,. Now I was doubting that reality - that it had been sordid between us for years and I had not even been aware of it.Another thing I had thought of last evening - that the topic of my various girlfriends was a stressful topic between mom and I. There was a visible negative response when I spoke about any girl I was going out at that moment - her pose became stricter, somethings her legs and arms crossed and she would not meet my eyes. I had considered it a small compromise - that there was really. For some reason I felt I knew what was coming next... "Would you like to do it instead?" he said. I found it a bit odd that not only did she ask him but that at the time, he refused. Apparently, he told her he'd ask me. I thought he was mad and I was crazy for considering it. I'd only been with a virgin one time in high school with my high school sweetheart and vowed never to do it again, not that I'd had that many opportunities anyway. It simply wasn't fun. The anticipation was far greater.