Special agent Anthony Caldwell who had been under cover in the body of Sarah Williams the mistress of a London mob boss looked around himself cautiously making sure nobody had followed him before entering the phone box.
He stood in the phone box which stank strongly of piss trying to remember the number he was given to call if he was in trouble.
He needed to get in touch with his handlers as he was starting to lose his grip on his own identity.
As with every passing day he was in her body he was becoming more like her.
He no longer cared about the mission.
All he cared about was looking good for his/her sugar daddy.
He found himself spending more and more time worrying about his appearance.
He found himself spending more and more time at various beauty salons maintaining her/his looks.
He found himself hanging out more and more with her friends just having a fun time.
He picked up the receiver and dialled the first number that came into his pretty little head.
It was the number of his sugar daddy.
Before he knew what he was saying.
He said in a playful voice can I come over to see?
Her/his sugar daddy said where are you?
He said in a phone box outside Harrods.
Her/his sugar daddy said stay where you are I am sending the car.
Which made him extremely happy.
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