A VERY JUICY SECRET…………………..!!!!!?

If someone asked you your deepest secret, would you be willing to trust them with the information? I’ll tell you what happened to me……………….

I was visiting a friend in Europe, and she and her husband of 4 years were living in two separate cities. He claimed that he had a better job in this city 5 hours away. My friend believed him. I wasn’t so sure………

During the day, while my friend was at work, I would tour art galleries and see historic sights, sometimes staying overnight in a nearby town so I could extend my cultural studies in that area. I would keep my friend informed of my plans so she wouldn’t worry if I didn’t return to her flat at the end of the day.

I was delighted while visiting this one quaint, ancient village to find that there would be a concert in the town square that evening. I am an amateur cello player, and am always eager to hear good music. There was a traveling symphony appearing for 2 nights, so I extended my stay to include this bit of culture. Imagine my surprise at who I would see and what would transpire between us………………..

I had returned to my hotel after the day’s sightseeing, taken a long soaking bath and put on a cool, airy sundress for the evenings entertainment. I was excited to learn that a world renowned cellist was appearing with the symphony as their honored guest musician, and wanted to be sure to get a good seat. I ate a quick supper at the tavern across the green from the concert site, paid my admission and found a very good seat. I was leisurely reading through the evening’s program, glancing occasionally around as the surrounding seats filled, when to my utter astonishment, who should I see being seated 2 rows in front of me…………………..?????

It was my friend’s husband. Now, I have always found him to be extremely attractive, so I recognized him immediately, though I had seen him less than half a dozen times in my life. I called out to him, hoping I wasn’t putting him in an awkward position, indicating the vacant seat next to me. He eagerly accepted, embracing me the European way with a kiss on either cheek. I was rather taken aback by this show of affection, wondering what it meant…………………

We thoroughly enjoyed the concert, agreeing to extend the evening with a light supper afterward at a delightful little restaurant near his hotel. I wanted desperately to ask how he came to be in this town so far from where he worked, but wasn’t sure how to broach the subject. He seemed to be hiding something, but I wasn’t sure what it was……….

We sat at an intimate table for two on the sidewalk café he had selected, ordered drinks, then made casual conversation. I finally had the courage to ask him how he came to be in this village, and he replied that he is a great music connoseur, and when he had heard this world renowned cellist would be appearing, he made arrangements to take a few days off work to have a little holiday. I must admit I was pleased he had overlapped my stay in this town as well.

We ate and drank long into the evening, hardly aware of the time passing until our waiter asked us to pay the bill, as they were closing for the night. It was at this point that I asked my escort the question that had been haunting me all night.

The last time he had been home he had made the most delicious Coq-a-vin recipe, with the most exquisite gravy I had ever tasted. I had wanted to ask for the recipe at the time, but wasn’t sure if he would be willing to share it or not. I gathered my courage and asked him if he would share this very tasty, juicy secret recipe with me, and he happily agreed.

My question is this……….If someone asked you to share your juicy secret, would you. Why or why not?