Confession Time

Sometimes, when we are still young, we can do very silly things. I’m no exception to it. I did something in a moment of weakness that has haunted me for the rest of my life. Things like this can cause problems in later life when people may try to blackmail you into doing things you would never normally do. As was the case here.

I thought the evidence was lost a long time ago but the proof of my folly was found in an old shoebox and I may as well bring it in the open before it leaks out.

I did something terrible. When I was much younger, I posed in the nude for a photo session and it has solicited mixed reactions all round. The men laughed at me when they saw it, schoolgirls giggled, grown-up women though it was cute, old ladies stared at it with interest but nobody ever offered to buy a copy.

Please don’t judge me, for I did not know what I was doing at the time. I think my bottle was spiked with something because I cannot remember ever giving consent for the photo to be taken.

They knew I always wanted the photo and it was used to blackmail me into going with my father and sister to see the festive decorations in Cape Town during December. I find it a bore and last did it as a child.

Well, I wanted the photo and had to give into their demands. I would have done better negotiating with the devil for they extorted yet another promise out of me before handing the photo over but I’m not going to elaborate on that.

My father gave me the assurance that the negative was lost in the fire that destroyed my grandfather’s house about 2 or 3 years after it was taken and that the photo is the only one in existence. So I now hold all the evidence. They will have to find something else to blackmail me with next time.


Now have a great day out there and don’t go posing in the nude.