Dreaded Exposure

I had found that my life had become quite complicated since I met John. He was, for me, the perfect match. We shared interests, both enjoyed cooking, and he was willing to help me when I needed to move heavier things around my studio. We are both Christians. I couldn't ask for more from any man. With my career advancing, I had purchased a photography studio in the city where we live. The studio was the one I had worked in, prior to the retirement of the owner. He had let me rent the rear portion as my apartment while I worked for him. It is still my home. Beside taking advertising shots, mainly of food or new houses, I had a large client base. I suppose that is because I do very good work at very reasonable prices. Now, don't get me wrong. I make an excellent profit on my work. I just don't charge "all the market will bear".

Oh, by the way, my name is Joan. I have been dating John for about two years. We are both in our late thirties and have been single, for one reason or another. We have done anything a couple can do, except have intercourse. Our religious beliefs prevent us from taking that step, until we are married. We are planning for a small wedding two months from now. All told there will be four friends of ours at the wedding beside us and the pastor. Today is Friday. I've set up a dinner date for tonight. I dread it! I need to share some things about me that may ruin our relationship entirely. It is with fear and trepidation that I consider what the evening may bring. Oh, if I didn't feel the need to be completely open and honest with him it would be so much easier.

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In my studio I have several props that are used in taking photo's. Among them is a beautiful Walnut dinner table. It is gorgeous. Since my home, and studio, are the same building I have my complete kitchen available to me. This arrangement means that I never get a snow day off, unless the work site is outside the studio.

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The doorbell rang, indicating someone was at my back door. I knew who it should be. I glanced out through the peephole to make sure that it was John, and then opened the door for him.