RE: Qurator's Mischievous Mondays | Secret Agent Mistake

I've always enjoyed getting into roles and playing characters, dressing up and walking around pretending to be someone else, trying to feel a different emotion every day, provided by the contributions of the character I'm playing, seeking a little adrenaline rush in some of the missions or situations the character put me in.

It was always fun, and sometimes even dangerous or daring, because I was forced to do things a little too hard in order to make everything perfect with my performance and its setting.

I remember the time when, hooded and using a voice distorter, I kidnapped the town priest to impersonate him in the confessional... I know, it's crazy and illegal, I could go to jail for it, but it was for a good acting cause and a bit of curiosity too. Yes, I wanted to hear Lola's confession. Besides being a beautiful woman, she was the mayor's wife, and everyone imagined she was unfaithful to him on more than one occasion and with different people. My curiosity wouldn't let me live, and that's why I did it.

That morning in the confessional was great, hahaha. The advice I gave her, the information I obtained, yes, it would all be very useful for future characters.

For several days, I'd been mulling over the idea of ​​playing a secret agent, so I could more openly approach Lola and be part of her cheating list. I had everything planned, I had information and a well-thought-out plan, but I didn't have a Secret Agent Gadget. Everyone has one that generally impresses and, in some way, identifies them, because they always have the most advanced technological devices at their disposal.

That morning everything fell into place. I had just received a strange box in the mail. It looked expensive, lined entirely in black. When I opened it, surprise and joy filled me. Inside was a boot that said...

*****Install this in her house. Her safety, well-being, and integrity are your priorities. No one, only she, can know of your existence. She and you will become one, and your success depends on this.*****

I couldn't believe it! In the box, with a detailed installation manual and everything, came a high-definition security camera system with two sets of body sensors and two sets of communication systems built into the sensors, so that even if the woman it was supposed to protect couldn't speak, we could feel or communicate through shared sensations through that sensory technology.

Ohhh!!!! It was perfect, just what I needed. The mayor was on one of his long work trips; it was time.

I showed up at Super Lola's house. I knew I was the physical type she found attractive, but she needed something more: authority, position... someone like a secret agent. I was wearing my perfect disguise, the black suit complete with Matrix-style sunglasses, my secret agent face with the required seriousness and solemnity. She opened the door; in her blue eyes, I saw that the first impact had the expected effect... "Hello, miss," I said in the deep voice of an experienced agent. "I have the mission to protect you from a terrible danger," I explained as I handed out the slip of paper. She invited me in, and I, gathering my patience, tried to stay in character, something that wasn't easy for me because of the way she was "dressed," so to speak. I opened the box and explained everything I had previously read and studied so painstakingly. Her face assumed an expression somewhere between fear and excitement. She said, "Are you going to install your equipment for me and take good care of me for the rest of my life, young man?" I swallowed hard and nodded while inside I was shaking, even the buttons on my shirt. I'm not going to go into too much detail, just that I installed everything at Lola's house. When I say everything, I mean everything... :))), we did as many technical sensory tests as were necessary, we adjusted everything to size in all the rooms, we revisited everything we could, or rather, we reviewed everything we could, :), and I became her shadow, her caretaker, her faithful personal infidelity, I mean, her faithful personal guardian, up close when the mayor wasn't there, from afar sensorially communicative when the mayor was at home. It's wonderful to be Lola's secret agent, yes, I know, soon someone will appear looking for the package that fell into my hands by mistake, but in the meantime, ...he who dies by choice... death tastes like glory, I will die if necessary as a real secret agent does, with the sword in hand... oh no, those are the samurai... well, whatever, you understand, I'll leave you now, Lola needs me. Bye