Malcolm followed him, chatting away. Last words I heard him say was, "So what was it like, did it seem real?"

“Mary?"

“Don't call me that." I said irritably, "You know real names aren't allowed for the actors on set."

“It's just us." He indicated the now vacant set.

"Sarah took off and Josh's in the back already playing back the tape to start marking places to edit."

“Sorry.” I shrugged and put my hands out for the robe he was holding.

“So what the hell was that?" He asked, helping me into the robe as I swung my legs off the bed to sit on the edge of it. It was an effort to move. Damn I'd cum hard and twice.

“What was what?" I avoided answering as I knew damn well what he was talking about.

"I've known you for close to twenty five years." He sat down next to me.

“And most of that as Mary, not Molly. What I just saw wasn't Molly Minx, it was you." He frowned, “You got way to into that."

“Just playing my part." I said, but knew it was a waste of time.

“Bullshit. I've never left this industry. I have seen women who are damned good at faking and that wasn't acting. I've also seen a few get into their roles, but never like that. What were you thinking? That kid might have just found a new woman he can't have to obsess over."

“No, he'll be fine. I think this helped him." I dabbed at my face with the towel again, “Guess I was like a surrogate, he knew who I was, he just got his fantasy, like Malcolm wanted him to."

“Problem is, was he the only one getting a fantasy?"

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I blew up at him, “Are you trying to say I want my fucking son?"

"No!" he declared, taken aback at my outburst.

"I mean, not really." “Not really? Fuck you, Dan." I went to get up, but he caught my arm and kept me on the bed.

“I mean you were transferring something. Maybe some of your love for Paul in a maternal way. Brian was young, scared shitless and in a way sort of lost and you responded to all of that and took care of him like a mother would."

“No mother would really take care of his son like that."

“Stop being defensive. I was talking about your desire to help a young man not your son like that, but I think there was a real motherly tone there."

“Whatever. I waved my hand at him, “Drop this, it's not going anywhere, you're seeing things that aren't there."

“Know how I know something was there?" He grunted, “Because Malcolm looked like he was ready to bust a nut at one point, then I swear the whacko was tearing up with that I love you at the end. Mister Mommy love himself seemed pretty damned impressed with that acting."

“Good, then he'll pay more next time."

“There shouldn't be a next one of these unless you can avoid being so personal about it.”

“Duly noted dad." I rolled my eyes, "But fucking my son is not a fantasy of mine. Maybe you're the one watching too many of these stupid ass movies."