My Live-In

It was Friday night and I was having a great time. I had been dating Sandra for almost a month and she was truly the girl of my dreams. She was beautiful, funny, smart and every time I was near her my heart started beating like an angry carpenter with a hammer. That specific night I had taken Sandra out to a fancy restaurant. The food was excellent and we were having a good time as usual. Suddenly Sandra asked a question that surprised me.

"Martin. Can I actually go up to your apartment, tonight?"

Her question should not have surprised me, but it did. In fact I was terrified by it. Whenever we'd been intimate together, it had always been at her place. But, I couldn't escape showing her forever. I would have to tell her my secret. I could prolong it no longer. I loved Sandra and she deserved to know.

"Sandra, I would really like that, but there is something you should know. Something that might make you retract that request."

"What are you talking about?"

"Sandra, have you never wondered why I don't let you into my apartment?"

"Oh, god. You're not about to tell me that you are married?"

"No..."

"I don't know how to tell you this."

"Martin, you're scaring me."

"Ok, but I need to think about how to say it without having you freak," I said and took a big sip of my wine. "In my apartment I have a live-in ..."