I went on to read and reply to a few more. They were all the same, wish my mom was like you, wish you were my mom; I'd love to be your loving son. How can I get my mom to sleep with me? My replies were similar to the first one to the point I copy pasted it and would only make a couple of changes for each person.

I was appalled at how many repeated the previous one, that I looked so into it. Maybe I should have gone into real acting, I thought. Now that I had started, I kept going. Deleting the flat out obscene ones and shooting off replies saying thank you and making a sexy little comment or two and for the ones that really went on about their mom, my copy paste reply.

There were four more from sowantmymom each a gushing comment on my beauty and how desirable I was. How much they loved their mom and how I was just like her. The messages were a cut above the others, talking about love and flattering without getting x-rated. I sent him another reply telling him I enjoyed his messages and appreciated the love behind them for his mom.

I jumped at the sound of Paul's car pulling in and looking at the time saw it was seven, I'd been replying to Molly's fans for close to two hours. I quickly logged out of the site and pulled up the spreadsheet I used to keep track of paying the monthly bills.

“Hey, Mom!" Paul bustled in from the back door in the kitchen and coming into the dining room, placed two take out bags on the table.

"I'll go grab plates."

“Thank you, Paul.“ I said as I opened the bags and inhaled the aroma of the Chinese food.

Paul came back out with plates, silver ware and two cans of soda. He sat and waited as I made him a plate from the small containers and passed it to him.

“Love this place." I told him, "Been around forever, your dad and I used to eat there whenever we went shopping at the mall.

“I know, you took me a few times, that's why I like it so much. What you been doing?"

“oh, the glorious budget." I lied, actually this month it was looking pretty decent counting the big pay out from Malcolm next week. Dan was on to something this could cut down on my number of shoots, but make more money.

“Sure you don't need me to pay you back for the game?" He asked, around a sparerib he was gnawing on.

“No, I made something from that shoot I showed you; this month's not so tight. Hence the extra night off and a gift for you."

“You should get yourself something." He said.

“I did, the time off." I took a bite of chow mien and my eyes fell on his lap top.

“Hey, you're computer keeps making whistling noises."

“Oh, that's just an e-mail notification." He said, “Care if I check real quick? One of my professors e-mails out random extra credit questions sometimes."

"Go ahead."

I sat there happily eating my shrimp fried rice thinking how nice it was to just have some normalcy while watching Paul open his lap top. I saw his eyes widen and asked,

“Everything okay?"

"Yeah." He said slowly his eyes moving as he read whatever the message was. A strange smile spread across his face.

“What is it? That's a sneaky little smile you got there." “Oh, um.

“oh!" I put my fork down, "Do tell!" “No big deal." He closed the lap top. He frowned, “It's from a woman."

"You said a woman." I smiled, "You don't call them girls anymore?" Paul frowned then shrugged, “Girls sounds like high school. I'm into women."

“Glad to hear it." I joked, “Last few months there hasn't been anyone, I was starting to worry."