I have a guilty secret.
There’s someone I’ve been in love with for a long time. He makes me feel feminine, lovely, trim. Occasionally I’ll flirt from a distance by looking, but it’s dangerous to get too close. Expensive, you might say. A few times in the past I’ve given in to temptation and arranged a rendez-vous. Once I even met him at one of his many houses. Amazingly, my mother has approved of this naughty relationship and has even encouraged it.