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I almost lost my poise and felt my male immaturity slipping, but dropped my books and clipboard instead. As I stooped, I regained my composure and I collected my thoughts, as I scooped the mess into a pile and then calmly said, “I would be happy to. I do not have my camera now, but I will be on campus tomorrow finishing a role and would be delighted to take a few pictures of the two of you. Where do you want to meet?”

“I don’t think you understand.” Karen stopped mid sentence and called out, “Come here Leanne. We don’t want a couple of pictures to send home.” Karen said, as Leanne joined her she added, “We want you to do an exposé of our life, and prepare it for web publishing for the whole world to see.”

My professionalism overshadowed my boyish ideations and muted any insecurity that I was being plagued with at the time and smartly asserted, “I do not take my exposés lightly. There are a lot of questions that need to be answered.”

“We thought you might say something like that. What kinds of questions do you need answered?” Karen shot right back at me.

“For openers the theme. What do you want to say and how do you want to say it? Who do you want to say it to?” I sincerely snapped back.

“I see we won’t be able to resolve this right here and now.” Leanne remarked with a hint of coyness in her voice.

I saw my opportunity and moved; “I think we can address these questions best over dinner if you will forgive my abruptness. I know a perfect place! My treat.”

“No! Our treat.” Karen insisted. “Where did you have in mind?” She inquired with a hint of a smile.

“I have a pet spot; it is Mediterranean style cuisine if that is to your liking, and if you can get past the name, “The Boot”, the food is great, and there are separate dining rooms available for privacy. It is a little spendy but as I said it is very good, and exactly what we need. My offer to treat is still good. I warmly reminded.”

“We can pay you for work and quite honestly we want to pay.” Karen insisted.

“We have looked at all the work that you have displayed here on campus and in town. Quite frankly we feel that you are the one to tell our story!” Leanne chimed in and asked, “When can you start?”

“We have talked briefly on and off over the last year.” Karen kicked in.

“I think it best to start at dinner time. It is early enough today we might get a reservation for tomorrow, Wednesday say eight. I have found that when interviewing prospective clients if they prepare a list of some of their wants and bring it with them, it facilitates the discussions. Do you want me to make the reservation, or are you going to?”

“We will. So till tomorrow then.” Leanne said warmly smiling. She put her arm under Karen’s and they walked out.

I watched them walk out, what a sight and me without my camera. Not once did they look back. I know that my mouth was gaping, in fact drool did slip past my chin. I was stunned and awed if that is possible. I had been invited to a photo shoot that I would never be able to top.

Over dinner, they told me that the first and foremost theme was love. That I was going to do a series of shoots starting with a day in the life on the out side. The three of us would spend the day gadding about shopping, café hopping, and what ever came to mind. I was going to do a series on them in school, following them from the dorm to class to study hall and back.

Then they turned solemn. They, the two of them, looked at me and said that I was to announce to the world that they were going to be married. I was to expose every aspect of their life. I was to do another series on them making love, a reenactment of Karen’s proposal and Leanne’s acceptance and then the wedding ceremony.

I told them I was dazed and overwhelmed by the immensity of the task and assured them I was more than willing and able. I told them that they were talking about shooting two or three thousand pictures maybe more. That quite likely the whole shoot for the day or night might be dropped. I was assured that they had considered that likelihood.

I posed to them that the type of intimate pictures that they wanted me to take would not happen easily, that it was best to rehearse them. I begged them to forgive my frankness then asked how many times they made love in front of the camera or more important having the camera man telling them to hold that pose. The two of them blushed and said never. I am sure that you want it to look real; that the two of you are at ease with one another, have a spontaneously active relationship and if you will forgive the inconsistency rehearsal is the best way.

I asked them how they expected to look like they loved each other when their embraces might be tainted by my presence. They agreed to the rehearsals; I said that it is best to work up to the more intimate aspects slowly, and suggested that we finish the first two shoots, “A Day in their Life”, and “Their School Day”, and review them over dinner. We could talk about the next steps over dessert. It was at the first rehearsal I learned of their difference, and how it was that they discovered their love for each other.

The first two days worth of shoots went especially well. I used my digital Nikons; changing between the thirty-five and seventy millimeter lenses, for the more revealing close ups and some of the passing shots. In two days, we shot close to two thousand pictures. As the first day stretched on, they began to relax in front of the camera and stop worrying about their pose. During the breaks I had an opportunity to talk with each of them one on one and get some insight on their life. I hesitate to say what caused them to adopt a gay life style, as I think for as many stars in the sky that is how many answers there are to many questions regarding motives.