I enjoyed watching the two of them together. Despite his career choice, Dan was a surprisingly normal guy. He was laid back, had a good sense of humor and was loyal to a fault. A stand up guy who would do anything for his friends.

He'd been my best friend ever since my first go around in porn and the fact he'd even won John over as a friend was a testament to what a good guy it was. Of course early on in our relationship John had wanted me to have nothing to do with anyone from the industry let alone Dan. Whom I had done several scenes with.

John was jealous, seeing Dan as an ex lover of sorts and not listening to my explanation that in the industry we had sex with who we were told to, it was scripted and we went through the motions like the meat puppets we were.

John didn‘t want to hear it and I didn‘t have any contact with Dan for a year and a half until he showed up on our doorstep and told John he was going to be my friend and if he didn't like it he could shoot him, but otherwise, he wanted to be able to visit with me.

John was impressed enough with Dan and my stories of how he had helped me in my most naive days and steered me clear of the worst producers and actors and looked out for me. Eventually Dan became ‘Uncle Dan” to Paul and had treated him as if he really were his nephew.

Next to Paul, Dan was who I'd leaned on the most when John passed and when I'd first decided to go back into the industry he had spent weeks trying to talk me out of it, even tried to say he would block my return with some BS story about me, but in the end he caved, but only if I allowed him to be my agent and look out for me as he had before. Watching him with Paul, who now had him playing Candy crush on his phone and laughing at him, I was filled with mixed emotions. On the surface it was a nice time. An old dear friend visiting and spending time catching up with his unofficial nephew and best friend.

On the otherhand I recalled Dan's remark yesterday that if Paul ever found out about my career and searched my name, he could find old films of me. There were classic porn websites and I knew of at least three movies featuring Dan and I fucking.

Worse was if he managed to find out Dan was my agent, a pimp of sorts lining up my work including who I'd be fucking and what the premises were. Not only that, but he was mostly directing these days, having only me and one other girl and an actor as clients. Paul could easily discover Dan was sitting there giving me directions as I fucked in front of him.

I'd pushed it away and told myself to live in the moment and this was a nice moment. It was normalcy. Making breakfast for my son and spending time with an old friend. In fact it was a family moment of sorts and those had been few and far between since John had passed.

I'd glanced at the time and told Paul he had to get moving and after giving Dan a ‘manly hug’ as he made sure to call it, he gave me a syrup coated kiss on the cheek, laughing as I scowled at him and wiped it off, then headed out.

As Dan had begun attacking the pancakes, I'd told him what I'd been dealing with starting with the recurring dreams of Paul finding “Molly” and then going into the constant reminders of what I did for shoots popping into my head whenever I was around Paul. I'd finished with last night's ridiculous attack of paranoia.

“I think you've had your share of BJ's over the years." I replied to his joke.

“They never get old." he grinned, “But I do, going to have to start thinking about the blue pills."

“You just want the blue pills to keep up with the teenies when you cast them."

“Come on, Mary, I don't do that shit, I just direct, I stopped trying out the talent years ago. I saw myself becoming Brad and didn't like it."

“Sorry.” “I need the pills for when I date the teenies." He winked.

“Tell me you're not."

“No, I've been with Sharon a five years now. She's a good woman, doesn't hassle me about what I do and takes my word for it I just look and don't touch."

“Good for you, glad you're happy." “But you're not." He finished swabbing up the syrup with a last bite of pancake and putting his fork down sat back,

“Time for I told you so, Mary. A mother of a kid old enough to know what porn is has no real business in it." He paused, “I should add a decent parent who cares about their kid and you're one of those.”

“According to you just now, I'm not because I'm doing it." I said glumly.

“I didn't mean it like that." He sighed and picking up his coffee took a sip as he looked everywhere but at me.

Dan had taken good care of himself and although at forty seven his hair was becoming more salt than pepper, his face was still smooth and his electric blue eyes were as bright as ever. Dan still went to the gym and stayed in shape and for the most part it was still easy to see his early twenties badly named alter ego ‘Stevie Stroker' sitting in front of me.

“You did mean it and you're right. I keep thinking of what Paul said in that dream. I'm being selfish, I'm risking ruining his life and our relationship for what I want."

"Um, newsflash, Paul never said that. If you dreamt it, you said it." "True." I nodded in agreement.