He ended the call and I shook my head; twenty, good looking, fairly popular in school and spending the night with his mother on the couch. I was going to have a talk with him. I was thrilled he wasn't so into girls he was blowing off studying like a lot of kids his age did, but his idea of a date shouldn't be take out with mom.

“Take out with mom." I mumbled as I went into the kitchen to grab a coke from the fridge.

"A Stone Cold production."

I opened the can, chugged half of it down and laughed, “Billy's fortune says, ‘boy who buys mom dinner, gets lucky!"

I rolled my eyes thinking, if I pitched that to Dan or Malcolm they'd come up with a script for it. Well maybe not Malcolm, he really did take that Oedipus stuff to a new level. I went out into the dining room planning on heading right back to the couch.

I hadn't been kidding with Paul, I'd been binge watching Netflix and sleeping off and on all day and felt great. Knowing I had a shoot that paid twice the norm coming up in a few days and having gotten paid for the last one, I'd decided to call out of work tonight and give myself the rare treat of three straight nights off.

I'd worked for Vincent's for over ten years, mostly part time when John was still alive, but full time as soon as he passed. Marv knew I was struggling and always gave me extra hours, but on rare occasions like now when I cut back a little he seemed happier, telling me I needed to spend time with Paul when I could.

Not that Paul had been around much. He'd worked last night, was working tomorrow night and now hanging with his friends for awhile, but that was fine, the quiet time was good for me. I was so relaxed I was even joking about stupid ideas for porn shoots.

No, tonight my only drama was wondering why I had the only twenty year old son in the world who seemed to have lost interest in girls and sex. On that note, I thought about my own sex life. It was just the shoots; I made no effort to meet anyone. How could I7 I was worried about Paul, finding out about me, any date could lead to ‘you look kind of familiar.*

Since John I'd had no interest in another man and as bad as it sounded, I did get sex and got some amount of satisfaction from it. That and adult industry style sex was enough to make you not want to be bothered when you weren't working.

I rarely even masturbated these days and when I did it was to some phantom guy who was making sweet love to me. The irony of a wildcat porn star getting off to vanilla sex was never lost on me. But it wasn't the sex, it was the emotion. There was nothing but the physical act in porn.

Right now the only man in my life I loved was my son and despite

Malcolm's claims otherwise, most mothers liked keeping their relationship with their boys platonic. My phone rang again as I was passing the table and on my way back to oblivion. I glanced down to see it was Dan and after a brief hesitation answered it.

“Hey, Dan, what's up?"

“Hi Mary, Listen you need to do what I keep asking you to do and go on your damn website and answer some of the fan contact messages."

“Oh, come on." I rolled my eyes, "Really, Dan? I thought we had someone that does that."

“Occasionally we have someone go on the girl's sites and send some responses, but not all the time and it wouldn't kill you to do it. Ignore the requests for hook-ups or anything that says they just want to fuck you, get back to the friendly ones and be nice, you don't have to be slutty in them."

‘UL get around to it."

“Been saying that for weeks, do it, Mary and mention Real Mom's in as many as you can, Let's push Stone's site, it's your way to get more for doing less so get your fans wanting to sign up."

“Fine, I'm off tonight and Paul's out for awhile, I'll send a few." “That's my girl. Molly's fans want to hear from her."

“Want to hear me call them my baby boy is all they want." I grunted, “But I'Ul do it right now."

“Great, I'll see you at the shoot Wednesday." “Thanks for being their Dan."

“No problem, be odd not to be calling the shots, but Malcolm is doing this himself and he's one of the best. But I'll be watching.”

“Bet you will." I laughed and hung up.

I went into my bedroom and over to the small desk in the corner where I had my lap top, I started to sit then thought it was a nice night and there was a great breeze coming in through the screen door leading out to the deck off the dining room.