the pleasure of seecrecy.

If I where to cook eaxh day for a sick firend and no one was to know about it what a thrill it would be. I would go each day doing everything a littlle faster. Shopping twice cooking twice and no one would know. Yes a thrill, just becouse nonoe knows. No one expects me at that side of town at that time of day, no one expect me to be cooking in a different house to mine, wow such a little alteration such a grand seecret. Why? They ask? what where you hiding? No one had heard aobut the lady in london who for years would go each day at the same time to an apartament she tented and told no one aobut , and would spend hours at , retunig home not telling, just keeping and loving the idea of having a seecret. What if you smell of perfume, somone elses perfume, perfume of the seecret you keep. Why do you keep it? If it has no purpose? It must be dark all asssume. but you just enjoy the thrills, the fact no one can predict you and all your moves despite all the social networking spy systems, you do it just so they dont know. Another life entireley.