Bonded.

" What doesn't kill you makes you stronger " he thought, time and time again. As he pumped, his " bitches " ! They, were demanding, but, he needed an escape from the rigours of his aggressive side. Trying to acquire information for the " intelligence " Service was very wearing. If not, downright dangerous on the odd occasion. Very odd in deed. Especially, when he had to fight one of the oppositions henchman, " to the death "...or, even worse ? The job created certain lifestyle choices, then. And, always would. Considering its unique " operandum, " away from the normal routine of the " average Joe " !!
Today, he was " pumping " a particularly compliant specimen. She, was very co-operative in relieving herself of burdens of guilt, manufactured by a peculiar need for " treasure " from " the good, the bad, and ugly " !! This means she had her uses. Most apparently, to the ugly. They, used her as a well, or " fountain, " never " font "...obviously. Thus, she seemed unfortunate. But, a certain " type " is vulnerable to attack. In the name of " international affairs " !!
She, was giving it all up. And, why would she not ? His reputation in the " community, " here, helping produce " the goods " in the most fruitful manner. The mode of inquiry on this adventure therefore seeming more relaxed than normal. But, one was always wary of surprises. From anywhere could it come. To take away his " right " to more, than anyone would ever deem conceivable. With, only the ultimate threats standing in the way of " excessive " scrutiny. By, the Agent Provocateurs. The " ladies " of a particular requirement !!
She, would have to assume the position most common to the " captured " ! Releasing herself of worry through negotiations, between sessions of " bargaining " separation terms. The flavour of the day suited.
He knew it was a Dogs Life. On the road. For, them.
But, there were privileges. He got to drive " nice " cars.