still waters

Secrets. Everyone has secrets. Secret lives. Secret identities. Secret jokes. Secret jobs. Some guy got busted the other day for chatting dirty to someone who he thought was a teenage girl. But who was he chatting with? A big burly middleage man who pretends to be a girl from nine to five. A man like you or me? Half of me wants to pretend to be that man, the other half wants to date him. Be him or date? Hell I might even do that job for free. You talk dirty online; the thrill of that on the surface, or running deep deep bellow; you feel rightious, you're the littlegirlcop, you can wear your secrets outside from nine to five.