Then he saw my gun. “Either I see ID or you both die,” I said in my best John Wayne voice.“Daddy, they are city cops from Porterville. I looked ...out the window and saw they are driving a patrol car. It says Porterville in the side.”I eared back the hammer. It made an ominous click sound. “Talk or die.” (Dirty Harry talking that time.)“Your wife was arrested on drug charges. She confessed there was a stash in your bedroom. She sold some crystal to a cop.”I pulled the trigger and the hammer fell. Why are you here Janet?" Janet took a long drag off her cigarette and a sip of wine from the glass she was holding, she was still in character and very sexy. "Just did not feel like going home just yet, my husband has been pissing me off lately. I just love the smell of this old theater, it makes me so horny." Janet said. "I like it too, guess it makes me horny also." I said. "I lost my virginity in a theater like this back when I was your age, to the lead actor. He banged me every chance he. I slept on the couch for nearly the entire last year of our marriage because I'd met another woman and we were dating and doing this and that so I really put myself on the couch out of respect because we both knew the marriage was at it's end but we were still great friends. So this one particular weekend night I snuck in our master bedroom about 3am when i knew she was in deep sleep. In order too get to our walk-in closet you had to go through the master bath so I went in closet grabbed the. It wasn’t like there were a lot of those. We had almost no equity in our house, thanks to the burst housing bubble; two nearly paid for cars; and we each had a retirement account.I’m just glad I was in charge of our money. I’d had kept Rachel on a budget, vetoed the idea of getting a huge house, an adjustable interest rate mortgage, and I had not allowed credit card debt. Rachel fucking hated that. She came from a family that spent money, regardless of possessing it or not. Their credit cards.