The Cia Couple in Mad Man Era Us

Written by me, with pen and paper, in my early 20's, after I had read Norman Mailer's quite thick, CIA novel Harlot's ghost more times than you need to know.

Julius and Jenny Smith were a couple just like Karl and Kittredge Oskarsson. On the surface, this might have been an ordinary couple's dinner at the home of an ordinary couple in an ordinary residential area. The scene could have been quite mundane if not for certain rumors that shadowed the man who had steadfastly refused to Americanize his name.

Whispers circulated throughout the neighborhood, suggesting that Karl had played a part in assassination attempts on Fidel Castro. These rumors lent an air of intrigue and danger to the otherwise unremarkable gathering. The truth was, however, more sinister than the neighborhood gossip suggested. In reality, Karl and his wife Kittredge were involved in a covert operation, their clandestine activities revolved around the distribution of LSD. They supplied prostitutes with the hallucinogenic drug, with the understanding they should drug their clients, allowing Karl's associates to secretly film the ensuing chaos and degradation. All for science. For the USA. For the CIA.

Tonight, Mr. and Mrs. Oskarsson hosted a dinner for their neighbour, Julius and Jenny Smith. The meal was lacking on LSD, it was simply a quintessential 1960s American feast, accompanied by generous pours of alcohol and the ubiquitous cigarettes.

As the evening progressed, conversations flowed and laughter filled the air. However, an unnoticed absence slowly began to stir curiosity. Kittredge had slipped away to the bathroom, and her prolonged absence became apparent. Concerned, the group eventually left the dinner table and embarked on a search. To their surprise, they found her sprawled out on the living room sofa, seemingly at ease with a book in her hand. The book was The Nature of Man by Erich Fromm, but I'm sad to say, the most notable in the scene was her black dress gathered at the waist, showing she seemed to have left her panties at the ladies room. In her labia a ring, a metal ring, shined in light from the quintessential 1960s American ceiling lamp. Like she had an earring, not as natural in her earlobe, but down there. She smiled and met Julius' eyes before pulling down the dress. Leaving the guest shocked. It was merely the beginning.

"Kittredge has a secret, an erotic secret, that could get us in big trouble." Karl told the Smiths, like it was the most natural thing in the world. "Would you please us with your story, my beloved!"

"You mean the story with my parents' housekeeper?"

"Well, did you have a story with her? No, don't tell us if it's true or not. Let our guests guess, it will be a game."

"Then I was 18 dear mom and dad, hired a new housekeeper named Anne Micucci. They hired her specifically since she could play cello and dear old mom and dad, were tired of me only playing the guitar." She said, and gestured to the three others to take a seat, while simultaneously gesturing that she needed light for the cigarette she, with fingers more drunk than she wanted to appear, had found on the table.

"My older brothers liked Miss Micucci more than I did. More than my folks wanted. Unless they hired her, not only for her music talent but to keep my brother away from bad girls." She laughed the way ladies in the 60s US, laugh when it comes to this matter.

"Anyway I, not my brother, was the one who got to touch Maid Micucci Mature Mystic!" More laughs and more silence from the guest, while Karl observed the situation like it was another scientific experiment, somehow connected to a global fight against Moscow. "Do I need to spell it out? She wanted me to play with her nipples! It was an evening not that different from this evening. Micucci apparently got tired of me mismanaging my cello, or she really was in the mood. She took the cello from my arms, carefully placed in its case. Thereupon she sat close to me, I felt her hip against mine." "She found my hand and brought it to her mouth. Her lips continued upwards over the arm towards the neck, where she stopped with her mouth before she pushed me and her breasts. Made me rhythmically suck her nipples, just like I imagine my brothers dreamed of."

Here Karl interrupted her: "So do you think it's true? You think, the dark evenings my wife spends with a maid teaching her to play cello, lead to other perverted plays?"

Unknown to the other Karl had brought in a projector, and silenced the now outraged voices, just by pressing a button and the four in the room first heard the sound of film being fed through the projector, then saw the black and white creatures reflected at the wall. On the wall was visible the lower part, from the waist down, of a man's body and a woman's body. The woman fully clothed the man with a small towel around her waist. Karl remembered the words whispered in his ear: "If you don't take off that ugly towel I will!"

He had obeyed and she had gone down on her knee, her lips said something before a kiss was put to his erected penis, before she took the whole thing inside her mouth.

"I did say she had one, just one perverted secret. She takes it in her mouth. Oral sex is illegal in this state. The naughty secret is oral sex, nothing to do with Gomorrah. What, you don't know your Proust, that's what the writer of À la recherche du temps perdu, calls lesbian sex."

We'll never know what the Smiths thought about their evening. Karl turned around and noted they were asleep. Mrs. Oskarsson pointed at them, while smiling, at him a charming smile that to him lit up the room: "One single dose of phenobarbital, shared between them in their whiskey, they'll wont remember a thing!"