You had always concealed Lizzie's existence from your former girlfriend. In your eyes, Tora would have no use for that information but to lash at you, seeing as throughout your relationship she had always demanded your attention. Now, your heart belonged to Lizzie, who treated it a whole lot better than your ex. However, this didn't alter what you had to do - the day had arrived, you had to tell Tora about your new girlfriend.
Your fingers dashed nervously across the buttons of your cellphone. You stopped for a while, re-positioning your body. How would she react? You were afraid to come off too cold. In the other hand, Tora would eventually have to know. And then, there was that message. I know your secret. You were forced to clear your thoughts. In the end, she was your ex-girlfriend, not your chief.
I'm at my girlfriend's house. How about next week?
Before you even had the opportunity to put down your phone, she had already replied to you. A few moments passed before you effectively decided to check her answer.
Does she know?
You pressed your lips tightly. You should have predicted she would bring that up.
What do you mean?
Did you tell her, did she figure it out herself?
Rational as you were, you were starting to worry. She was being vicious! Obviously, you weren't disclosing anything to her, but still it seemed as though every single message Tora was closer to unveil your fetish. You had to turn this around...
Did you text me just to annoy me?
You were trying to goad her into starting an argument. You could muster a discussion with her, even if you would ultimately lose. And perhaps then, she would forget...
You expect her to text back at any moment, but instead were surprised by the sudden ringing of your cellphone: brrnnnnng!, brrnnnnng!. You neglected looking at the number, expecting it to be Lizzie asking you to come give her something she had forgotten (this had happened quite a few times before). You froze in place, as you picked up the call to hear the voice of your former girlfriend:
You know, Ross, you were always very discreet. Well, actions-wise, anyway. To what your thoughts concern, not so much. You really should mind what you write... one can never say where an innocent sheet of paper or, you know, a stray text file can end up. You press enter and poof!... Suddenly, your deepest secrets are available to the all the internauts. So, tell me, Ross, when can I come over to discuss your little foot fetish?