Actors to Places, Please

They hadn't spoken in a week, just passed by each other like they lived in the same building but not the same house. Abby had never advertised her profession, but she'd never been ashamed of it. Unlike most people she knew, she had enjoyed her work. But, somehow, Martin's disapproval made her uncomfortable about it. She began thinking about throwing things away and letting the past go.

Then she'd think of how much there was and how hard Oliver and she had worked to accomplish it all. There was a storage room of film — mostly video now (a conversion project Oliver had relished doing.) Most of the photos were in binders. There were a few props and toys in a bin as well. Most of the sets had been in the basement with curtains and throws used to create different rooms. Whenever possible, they had worked on location. She was in the basement, on the tiger skin rug remembering the first time she and Oliver used it, when Martin came down.

"I thought you didn't have the key for the basement." He said dryly.

"I didn't need it."

"What is all this?"

She looked at him. He was over 21. She resigned herself to his disapproval. "This is where O and Gale worked during the school year." She stood up slowly and opened the storeroom. "You want to see something? Be my guest." He looked at her, walked past her and looked at the large collection of video tapes. "They're labeled in the order we filmed them. Oliver had an amazing memory for that sort of detail. I confess, I never knew what we were filming or when. I just lay back and closed my eyes."

"Your eyes were pretty open in that photo." Abby closed her mouth at that point and let Martin look. "What's that picture from, anyway?"

She sighed. "What year was it again?" He told her. "Oh. That. Must have been the Deeper by the Dozen." After a minute, he pulled a tape off the shelf. He looked at it. Then at her.

Then he took the tape and went upstairs.

In the living room, he put the tape in the payer and made himself comfortable on the couch as it started. Abby watched from the doorway. These things always had the loosest thread of a plot. She was playing a young woman with a room to rent who somehow managed to rent it to 12 men on the same night. Each man had sex with her in a different way to pay for the room. On the night in question, all twelve men used her together. It had been difficult to film, trying to get a shot with her and all 12 sets of tackle at once but Oliver figured out how. Midway through watching, Abby found herself so randy, she couldn't stop tweaking her titties. Martin seemed immune to it. He watched without comment or response. She wondered how he could watch her younger image get taken like that over and over and not be driven wild by it. Oliver wouldn't have made it past the moment her shirt 'accidentally' snagged and was pulled off.

It was at the very end — two hours later — when they got to the scene shown in the still photo. The last man was played by Oliver — the other 11 had finished and lost the room for the night. When he finished, Abby had one more line to the affect that the same problem would happen again the next day. Oliver liked ending on a comic note. It was something of a signature for him — a joke and Abby smiling at the camera, fade to black, roll credits.