W omen can look so innocent. And a few of them might be. Innocent, I mean. Most aren’t. Most have secrets. Pretty big ones, if I do say so myself. They silently nurture raging passions they’ve smothered for years because life has insisted they do so. They hide who they truly are because they’re in a box and no one in their families would feel comfortable if they broke out of that box like a rose on speed.
