Chapter 9Mark was silent as we walked toward his apartment, so I took that opportunity to do some musing. It would be dishonorable to let him continue thinking I was a virgin to anal s*x. I had to tell him I’d had a few male lovers, that I wasn’t as inexperienced as he believed. They had all been in Europe—once when I’d gone with Mother on a wine buying trip to France, and a few times after I’d graduated from Harvard, before I’d returned to the States to obtain my master’s. Even though I’d always been the epitome of discreet, at that point, knowing I’d be following my father’s and uncles’ footsteps by joining the CIA, I’d regrettably curtailed all further encounters.
How was Mark going to react to this knowledge, though? Would he be disappointed? Blasé? Or so angry he outed me? No, I coul
