It was one of those hot summer nights which seemed to drag on forever. After a hard day at the diner I waited for my beloved routine oatmeal snack only to find out that he was still out at the race track. Alone I tended to chores, as usual. The dishes were piling up. Naturally, I took care of them. I made some instant oatmeal, thinking of him as I devoured each sweet, steamy bite. Seeing that he was out late I decided to relax with some JD and Pall Malls. All alone. In my secret life. You don't have to lecture me, I know that eventually the truth has to come out. Will he ever know? No. He's sleeping with a murderer. A secret agent with a double life. Sultry homemaker or seductive hit woman? I have to carefully watch every step. You must not tell a soul. It is the natural law of duality. We all have our dark side. Some are just more justified than others.