The pinholes of light came through the screen and illuminated our bodies in a way that only laser measuring devices do today. We got back there by going towards the rear exit and crawling through a small hatch. All of the speakers were there, behind the screen, and so were we. The sex was good. Doing it there made it even better. We had escaped there after being chased from the projection booth with our pants down. There was no problem having sex in any other part of the theater, except that the old trolls would try to join in, and we wanted to be alone. The Century Theater was my hang-out for quite a few years. I dated more than a few of the employees. It sits a vacant lot now, having not been able to be brought up to earthquake code. I wonder if anyone else remembers it.