I have been involved with the theatre since I was 14 years old. My first appearance on stage came in school. As the years went by, I took acting classes, was in my high school drama club and in college I took acting classes. I am still involved with community theatre. Somewhere along the line I started designing and building sets and directing shows instead of acting in them.
I met my wife the same year I started acting. Her name was Donna Zachery. My name, incidentally, is Mark Abbot. Donna's family moved into the house next door to my family. Now, next door is a relative term. We did not live in a cookie cutter neighborhood where the houses are right next to each other. Our closest neighbor was about 300 feet away. Our house had five bedrooms and five and a half baths. Both families were, as they say, comfortable.
The two families socialized together and became close. Very close. As a matter of fact I think my father and Donna's mother were so close they were fucking each other. Anyway, after a couple of years it was decided that Donna and I would be married when the time came. That was fine by me. Donna was very attractive.
So over the years she and I developed almost as close a friendship as her mother and my father. Well, actually, we did develop the same closeness they did...only we did it the night of our senior prom. Original? No. But that's the way it happened.
Throughout the years she developed the same affection for the theatre that I had. We were in several high school and college productions together. As a matter of fact, one of our favorite places to fuck was one of Pennsylvania State University's three theatres. Since we lived in Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania, Penn State seemed the logical choice.
We dated and fucked all through college. We both enjoyed college and we both experimented with other people. And we told each other about them. I knew that Donna enjoyed all things sexual. She loved giving blow jobs and she swallowed. And she loved to fuck. Hard. Easy. Slow. Fast. Deep. Shallow. She loved it all. Even anal. We tried that first on our wedding night and it became a regular part of our sex life. Like Donna, I enjoyed fucking. Still do as a matter of fact.
There was no jealousy when we fucked other people. She even had a couple of sessions with girls who had, for some reason, vowed to forego boys during college. I think they belonged to a kind of LUG (Lesbian Until Graduation) group. Not only was I not jealous of these encounters, but I almost begged her to tell me about them and when she did, they were hot. She described eating pussy and being eaten in a way that would give a hard on to a fucking corpse.
During our senior year at college we settled down. We had sown our wild oats, so to speak and had decided that our parents were correct and that we should be married. On the night I formally proposed, we made a pact that henceforth and forever more we would give ourselves only to each other. That worked out fine for twenty years and then things went to shit.
As you may have gathered, neither Donna nor I ever wanted for anything with, as I have already related, both of our families being 'comfortable'. Her father inherited a substantial sum of money and I never saw him work in his life; unless you call restoring antique autos work. My father, however, worked very hard for what we had. He owned several businesses; automobile parts stores (five of them), car washes (three of those) and fast food restaurants (three of those, as well). They all made money, but the fast food restaurants were incredible money machines.
They had both gotten their considerable fortunes different ways but they both had one thing in common. They never took anybody's word for anything. No handshake deals. Ever. Virtually everything they did involved somebody's signature. When I was 16, my parents gave me a car. Well, actually, they loaned it to me. In order to drive it I had to sign a document saying that the car belonged to my parents and they could reclaim it for any of the number of reasons listed on the form I had to sign. The last reason on the list was: 'The undersigned' (me) 'agrees that the registered owner (my father) of herein described vehicle maintains the right to deny use of said vehicle at any time the registered owner feels that the undersigned either by action(s) or deed(s) no longer deserves the free and unrestricted use of the vehicle.' I never lost the 'free and unrestricted use of the vehicle'. It was a great deal for me and all I had to do was keep my nose clean. Which I did. I had three vehicles under that contract up until the time I graduated from college. Then my father gave me the one I was using at the time. All three vehicles were Ford Pick Up trucks.
My senior class in high school was going to New York for our Senior Trip. I didn't want to miss the chance to see some real Broadway plays, but I was a bit short of cash so I asked my father for a loan. He gave it to me but only after I signed a contract saying that I would repay the loan by working in one of his businesses (the business and store to be determined by him) for the sum of $10.00 per hour in order to repay the loan. Further it was stated in the contract that the loan payments would come directly out of my check and that 'subject payments would not exceed 50% of the net income for the pay period.'
As I said, both father's (Donna's and mine) insisted on contracts for virtually everything they did and so a pre-nuptial agreement came as no surprise to either of us. The bottom line of the pre-nup said basically that if we divorced for any reason other than adultery we both kept whatever we individually brought into the marriage and divided equally any and all assets acquired and/or accumulated during the course of the marriage. In the event of adultery, the offending party left the marriage with only that property or asset(s) he or she brought in to the marriage. Everything that had been acquired and/or accumulated during the marriage would be kept by the offended party. Sounded fair to both of us and since we had already sown our wild oats and had vowed eternal fidelity to each other we had no problem signing. And so it was written and so it was done.
Fast forward 20 years. Donna's father and mother were still alive with him still restoring old cars and her mother still doing whatever the fuck she wanted to. My parents had both died when the plane they were on plunged 39,000 feet into the Atlantic Ocean on its way to Paris. I was in the process of finalizing the liquidation of their estate. I had worked with my father since graduating from college and had basically taken over the fast food restaurants, of which there were now eight.
Almost two years after we were married, Donna and I had twins. Our sex life was never, and I mean never, less than outstanding. We fucked like we meant it every time. She still gave me blowjobs and she still swallowed. Every time. And there were times when I fucked her mouth just as hard as I fucked both her pussy and her ass. I loved pounding her and she loved to be pounded. I loved eating her pussy and she loved being eaten. With one exception our college sex lives were never discussed. The one exception was that I loved to hear her talk about her lesbian liaisons; and I never had any reason to believe that she had ever been less than completely and totally faithful.
Until that day!
Throughout our married life both of us had continued our love for the theatre. We took many trips to New York to see Broadway shows. Our twins, Samantha (Sammie) and Samuel (Sam) were now 17 ½ years old and knew Times Square almost as well as they knew their own neighborhood. They had taken acting lessons, dance lessons and singing lessons from the time they were three and were both accomplished in the three arts. They had appeared onstage in many of our local productions and in their high school ones as well. Donna and I had both stopped acting but were still active. We had three community theatres in our area and one organization which brought in professional (Equity union members) actors from New York and Chicago to do their shows. The professional group would supplement their cast with non-professional (Non-Equity Member) actors from the three local groups when necessary. All four of us were able to work with the professionals on several different occasions.
As I said, both Donna and I had stopped acting, but were still active. For the last several years I had been directing some of our shows. That was more fun than acting. She was the President of The Board of one of the groups. I was on the board of another. The by-laws of all three groups said that family members were not permitted to sit on their boards at the same time. The group she was president of was my favorite and I spent a lot of time working on sets and taking care of their buildings and grounds.
Over the last several months we had some problems with local kids breaking into our building. They never really caused any damage but they did steal some of our tools. And once they stole our lawn mower. The local police told us frankly that minor crimes like this were rarely investigated unless we knew who was actually committing the crime. They had few resources and could not use them on small stuff.
The board decided to be pro-active and try to assist the police so they bought six motion detection audio and video cameras for installation in and around the building. Donna asked me to install them. I said I would the first chance I got. She said to please let her know as soon as I did it so she could report it to the board.
It was on a Wednesday. My attorney and I had just left the courthouse. My parent's estate was settled and I was a wealthy, er, excuse me, comfortable, healthy and relatively young 43 year old with a loving wife and two fantastic kids. I was on my way home but decided to stop by the theatre and install the cameras. I put two of them outside the theatre itself. One aimed at the front door and the other at the stage door. I also installed one inside looking at the box office. Our workshop was a separate building with only one entrance. I put one aimed at the door. Another was inside aimed at the workshop where our tools were. The last was in the Props room where our stage furniture and props were stored. I tied them all in to the computer in the theatre office. And just in case that computer was stolen I added a link to my laptop since I had taken it with me to the attorney's office. Any movement in or around the theatre or workshop would set off an alert on both the theatre computer and my laptop. Then I went home.
I was going to tell Donna about it that evening, but the news about the final adjudication of my parents' estate took priority and the entire evening was spent talking about a big new house plus one in Vail so we could go skiing...something we had never done. We also discussed a luxury motor home, world travel, donations, new cars, etc, etc, etc.
By bed time we were all exhausted and the theatre cameras were forgotten.
And so it went until Friday, just two days later. It was shortly after seven in the evening and my laptop beeped. I had no idea what it was so I looked and saw the motion detector at the theatre had gone off. I opened the link and found that the camera outside the workshop had been activated. It showed two young men breaking into the building. I was ready to call the police but wanted to get better pictures of their faces for positive identification later and to see if we could actually see them take something out of the building. They looked around for about ten minutes seeming in no hurry.
I could hear their conversation and learned that they had, in fact, been there before and were hoping that this time something of value was there for them to sell. They commented on the fact that all of our tools were engraved so we could identify them so trying to sell them was useless. They went to the refrigerator and helped themselves to a couple of soft drinks. Just then I saw them jump up and look at the door. Then, without a word, they ran into the props room and hid behind a china cabinet someone had donated to us. Then I watched as Donna, my loving wife of 20 years entered. She was being pushed by John Xavier Neal, a member of the theatre board. A sleazy, greasy type who was always cast in our plays as a philandering, no good lowlife. In the theatre we call it type casting.
"Hurry up. I'm ready to fuck."
