The Memoirs of a Shadow Operative

As of December 20, 2025, I will have completed eleven years of voluntary celibacy, which began shortly after my fiftieth birthday. I am informing my readers of this wonderful fact early so that they can keep this vision of purity at the forefront of their minds. The evolution of a man with my tastes, passions, and unique verve is quite a complex ordeal, and discipline, mortification of the flesh, and deferment of gratification are required. My memoirs begin in the summer of 1994 during my thirtieth year of life, which for most people is a defining milestone in their journey upon the earth. I chose this period to begin the layout of my life experience, which will take you on a journey from my birth to the current time of this writing (2025 and beyond). The online web-based book chapters will continue to expand until they reach their ultimate finality,

It was the summer of 1994, and I was with a crew of capable guys from the North Dallas office in Montréal for 10 weeks of intense training in our highly specialized fields of expertise. The company put us up at Le Montfort at 1975 De Maisonneuve W, in the Ville Marie Westmount area of town. I was fortunate to score a fully furnished 1 bedroom efficiency apartment on the 23rd floor, with my balcony facing the Saint Lawrence River. Being the team-lead, it was no surprise that I was in this spectacular apartment with a stunning view of the area. I immediately knew that this was going to be a memorable time of my life, and I planned on taking advantage of all this modern city had to offer. I was perfectly situated in this delightful city, and only one block away from Rue Sainte-Catherine W, and the most

Montréal is such a beautiful city, and after meeting Claudia in the summer of 1994, I reminisced about all the women in my life until that time, and how one must prepare for the eventual separation from those we have liked and loved for a season. I often wonder, where does love go when your lover is gone? Where does it go? Two weeks have passed since that first hot encounter with Claudia, who came to my apartment after a random assignment from a prominent escort agency that I called on a whim, not realizing that we had met a few days prior, by bumping-heads, while browsing for books at The Argo Bookshop at 1841 Saint Catherine W. By some divine miracle and synchronicity involving the mysteries of life, we met in this special way. I have seen Claudia four other times since our first encounter, two via the agency,

I am almost fully recovered from my wild romp with Claudia and Geneviève earlier this evening and enjoying the pleasant flashbacks of what occurred between the three of us. Madame Élise’s gracious gesture of two vintage bottles of expensive 1988 Veuve Clicquot champagne, and the gift of the lovely Geneviève, with her epic Gianni Versace, wet look, stretch, Bodycon dress, has left me feeling very humbled, fortunate, and grateful. I cannot get the sight of these two gorgeous women out of my mind. Claudia and I have reservations for two at the well-established Piazza Romana at 339 Chemin du Bord-du-lac, in West Island, which was established in 1971 by the Odoardi family. I have a car on the way that will take us there; wait, then drive us back to our homes, door-to-door. Tonight, I will wear a dark navy Brooks Brothers Regent cashmere sport coat with a pair of

I sat in deep reflection on that bright Sunday morning on July 31, 1994, after Élise Marie Delvaux unexpectedly came into my life in the lovely city of Montréal. A woman of her caliber is truly someone special, and I was fortunate to have known her with such intimate finesse, and seemingly, without limitation. It was her soul that made an indelible mark upon me, and her perfect body, with its unique verve, and flavorful effervescence was an added gift. I am grateful that Élise and I encountered each other in this time and place, but I still feel as if she is familiar to me in a way that I cannot presently fathom. It has been a long and intense week of training with my Dallas shadow team and our Canadian associates, and the weekend came upon us quickly and will be a welcome break for all of us.

Kate Nadine was mad, like a rabid raccoon, when she learned of my escort agency escapades on the weekends. During the summer of 1994 in Montréal, Kate, the only female in our Dallas shadow operations team, was intimate with me during the week when I would slip into her apartment and make savage love to her for many hours. Kate liked it rough, and we would often wrestle in bed, or on the floor, trading wristlocks, floor techniques, joint locks, and other playful, yet painful tactics. Kate would bite, kick, punch, and be vocal, making you work hard to get to her paradise garden, and heaven help you if she did not climax properly. You were going out the window, and over the balcony to your death from the 22nd floor. Kate Nadine was 5 feet, 0 inches of pure killing machine. Weighing in at 112 pounds, she was ripped,