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I was wet, smelling of chlorine. It was July 12, 2003, in Washington, a beautiful summer day, and I had just come back from swimming.

..It was a dark and stormy night, as most dark and stormy nights go when ideas are hatched in the cob-webbed recesses of brilliant minds laden with thoughts of nefarious deeds and undercover ghosts bent on haunting the powerful with destructive recalled conversations of seemingly innocent pillow talk laced with aspen tree referenced love codes and frightening remembrances of whispered National Security nightmare scenarios. I was alone. Wet. And naked. Sure, shrinkage may have played it's hideous prank on my body. But my brain was swollen with total recall. Heaving and pressing, as it were, on my frontal lobes. I never felt more alive..

Excerpt from Matt Cooper's new spy novel: "Naked Truth: The Ugly Side of Undercover Spies"