My Life as a CIA Spy... a memoir
Featuring: Lindsay Moran
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Call me naÔve, but when I was a girl-watching James Bond
devouring Harriet the Spy-all I wanted was to grow up to be
Unlike most kids, I didn't lose my secret-agent
aspirations. So as a
bright-eyed, idealistic college grad, I sent my resume to
Getting in was a story in itself. I peed in more cups than
imagine, and was nearly condemned as a sexual deviant by
psychologist. My roommates were getting freaked out by
investigators lurking around, asking questions about my
Finally, the CIA was training me to crash cars into
barriers at 60 mph.
Jump out of airplanes with cargo attached to my body.
interrogation, travel in alias, lose a tail. One thing they
teach us was how to date a guy while lying to him about
what you do for
a living. That I had to figure out for myself.
Then I was posted overseas. And that's when the real fun
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