Undercover Brother
I was seated next to a guy in a Lab class while I was in college. He was smart and confident and we started flirting. We went on our first date to dinner and a movie. It was a very nice evening though he talked a lot about himself and the adventurous stuff he does. The second time we went out it was with a group of friends. We all had shooters and got a bit trashed. He started telling us more and more far-out stories about himself. Like how his best friend’s mom seduced him at 15, and that he’s slept with 300 women by age 21. We all kinda rolled our eyes and carried on.
He took my friend and I home to my place. I offered him some coffee before he went home. He proceeded to throw up all over my mom’s couch and carpet, all the while telling us how he was a secret agent assassin. The government sent him for training with the CIA, and now he’s being kept in reserve for “when the time is right” at which point he’ll be “activated.” I told him it was time for him to go home. He had stripped off his vomit-covered shirt to reveal what were clearly acne scars on his back. He proudly told us these were “shotgun” scars.
