The game goes on.

Calmly you respond, "The game goes on. But now we trade answer for answer."

"So you ask a question then I ask a question?" She asks. "Nice try but no deal. I'm not going to give up any intel."

"I won't be asking about intel." You smile mischievously.

She swallows hard, she is nervous but her ambition gets the better of her. She weighs her options, finally coming to a decision. "Okayyyy...yes or no only, nothing to do with FBI business. If that's how it has to be, that will work for me."

"Excellent. Good for you. Good for me." You stroke your chin, "Now before we begin I want to let you know that I have extensive training in reading cues, verbal and physical. I will know if you are lying to me."

"Understood," she replies, "just understand that goes both ways."

'Yeah right,' you think, 'if she was able to read me like that I would have been out of here hours ago.'

You reply with a sly grin, "Of course Agent Davis. I know better than to lie to you." You stretch and sit up straight. "Alright, I'll go first." You think a moment, admiring her nude figure in the process, "Have you had sex this year?"

"What!? Oh Jesus I should have known..." She takes a deep breath, preparing herself for where your line of questioning is going. "Yes." She states.

You look skeptical and lean in, "Agent Davis, I told you..."

"Fuck! Okay, okay. No, alright, the answer is no." You cannot believe your bluff paid off yet again. "My turn," she says trying to gather herself, "you said that that you are working with people inside who are not in your own service. Are you working in concert with an American organization? Is it governmental? Is it the FBI?"

"Yes, yes, no. That's three you owe me."

She is **** for more answers. She really believes she is on to something big here, "Hold on, this is ridiculous. Just give me the information and I'll..."

"The game goes on or I stop talking." You state bluntly.

"No, please. Be reasonable. I'm trying to protect my country here and you're asking personal questions. This isn't right. This whole thing is not right." She pleads.

Your voice hardens, "We are done then. So be it."

She sighs in defeat, "No! Okay, okay. Your turn, three questions."

"If you interrupt the game again you forfeit."

"Okay." She nods.