I got into the theatre as a young boy, not just at school—also with our local community theater in Longmont, Colorado ... aptly called the Longmont ...heatre Company.Mom took me to auditions, rehearsals, and performances, sometimes manhandling Dad and my older siblings to come and see me perform.One of the plays I auditioned for was an oldie, but goodie called LIFE WITH FATHER, a nice little story with eighteen characters. Mom sat with me as I filled out the audition form, helping me as needed.“I. I was dangling from my bonds on hands and feet and my dress revealed to the carriers in the back maybe even more than my appetizing long legs. And I could easily imagine their beautiful view of my exposed knickers and the small wet stain on them, created by fear and the arousal of the unknown. In the middle of the place a huge fire was burning and strange looking women and chil-dren were sitting all around it. A big carved stake stood next to it with horrible faces of spirits and. I failed to advert my gaze and panic shot up my spine. “Don’t worry I’ll give some to you,” thank god she misread the situation or I would have been fucked. She continued an got everywhere except her her back, “can you help me, No tan lines,”I was taken aback but did my best to hide this, really hard considering she literally asked me to do what’s a cliche in porn. She rolled over on her stomach and I got a great look at her ass from an angle I never really got before. I pulled the bikini. I refused to do that while I was being sent all over the world. That’s no life for a family, being left alone, sometimes wondering if their soldier would return.” Carol nodded. “I know. My husband was a career Marine. He made it through Viet Nam, but he was killed in the Gulf War in 1990.”“Oh Carol, I’m sorry.” “Thank you, but that was a long time ago. Another lifetime.” “So do you have any kids?” asked Ron. “No – just Bubba. Steve and I talked about starting a family, but we didn’t think.