Paul didn't seem put off and picking up the red box tape from the table said, “Whoo-hoo date night in the Steven's house, a movie with mom." He laughed, “We're pretty lame huh?"

I forced myself to smile through the date night joke, “Yup, that's your mom; the only man in my life is my son."

I waited for a smart ass remark, a joke, a laugh. Instead and to my dismay, Paul nodded and with a serious look on his face said, “I'll be anything you need me to be,"

“Come in.“ I said at the brisk knock on the door.

“Hey, Molly, we're just about ready out there, you all set, do you need anything?"

“I'm all set." I answered taking in his black suit and blood red shirt. Malcolm was an odd duck and a superstitious one, he always wore this ensemble when he directed a scene.

“Love your shirt.”

“Thank you." He smiled, “I love your everything." “Dogs will be dogs." I sighed.

“No worries, Molly, I'm not looking for some give and take, but I'm not going to pretend you're not a damn fine woman."

“And your type right?" I winked, "Mom age?"

“Well my mom would be late sixties if she were around so um...let's stick to some other guy's mom."

"I do like this outfit."

I indicated the plain black one piece dress I was wearing. The thin straps left my shoulders and arms bare, and it showed a hint of cleavage if I bent over, but otherwise not much. The hem fell below the knees and it wasn't tight at all.

“I'm glad, I think it says proper, but not frumpy, mom." He looked down at my bare feet." I Like the suggestion of going in without shoes."

“Well, its supposed to me coming into his room to talk to him. When you're home you're comfy right?"

“Agreed." He grinned, "But don't try to push sweat pants and a t-shirt at me in any of these things, we do need a somewhat appealing look." “Hey, there she is! Dan popped his head in.

“Ready to go?"

“As ready as always." I told him.

“Your MO is to bitch about something first and get pissy then go all in. Try not to bitch with this kid, he's not a pro."

“I know." I nodded, "I think you should have let me meet him first. Break the ice, put him at ease."

“Nope. Malcolm shook his head, "I want the first time he sees you to be ‘oh my god, its Molly Minx and she's going to be my mom'. I want to get it on film, a natural reaction."

“Speaking of, that kid's a nervous wreck, Malcolm." Dan said, “He looks like he's afraid of the makeup girl."

“Tell me he's not a damn virgin." I asked, alarmed.

“No." Malcolm shook his head, "Well, not according to him

“Jesus Malcolm." Dan threw his hands in the air.