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Summo
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... and it was a bizarre experience, I can tell you. 
Maybe I should explain. I'm in a play called Brimstone and Treacle by Dennis Potter which centres on a rascist (in a quiet, middle-England kind of way) husband, wife and their comatose daughter, reduced to little more than a vegetable after a car accident two years earlier. I play a conman (who believes he is a demon) who worms his way into the family, gaining the trust of the mother and eventually the father. I also have to rape this poor girl just before the interval.
It is bizarre having to drop my trousers, strip this girl (who I vaguely know), fondle, nibble and lick her breasts before thrusting away at her in front of two hundred people a night for a week. It's not as much fun as you might think.
Anyway... no discussion points here, I just thought I'd share an intimate little part of my life with you all.
Feel free to ask questions. We can workshop this at the end.
Maybe I should explain. I'm in a play called Brimstone and Treacle by Dennis Potter which centres on a rascist (in a quiet, middle-England kind of way) husband, wife and their comatose daughter, reduced to little more than a vegetable after a car accident two years earlier. I play a conman (who believes he is a demon) who worms his way into the family, gaining the trust of the mother and eventually the father. I also have to rape this poor girl just before the interval.
It is bizarre having to drop my trousers, strip this girl (who I vaguely know), fondle, nibble and lick her breasts before thrusting away at her in front of two hundred people a night for a week. It's not as much fun as you might think.
Anyway... no discussion points here, I just thought I'd share an intimate little part of my life with you all.
Feel free to ask questions. We can workshop this at the end.