“I told you what I meant as far as Paul went. What I meant by fantasy was," He paused then with a resigned tone as if he had no other way to say it, asked, “Mary when was the last time you got laid? I mean off set, you know a date, a boyfriend, a one night stand?"

“None of your business."

“That's my answer right there." He smirked, “And it was rhetorical, you've told me you haven't dated and I assumed you weren't going to go for a stand. Mary wanted to be a respectable woman."

“I'UL repeat, fuck you."

"The fact you're pissed tells me I'm on to something. It's been a long time since someone was good to you, Mary and that's why you got into this. Brian wasn't a pro and he really wanted you, his lust wasn't an act. You responded to that

“So what if I did? Convincing should make you happy, gets you more money."

“That's low, Mary." He replied with a tone.

"I'm Molly's agent, but your friend. As your friend I'm telling you what I've told you before. Date someone, it doesn't have to be serious, but find someone to have normal sex with and enjoy it."

“Right date and live a lie to a lover like I am to my son." I made a sound of disgust, "Sorry, Joe, I know you want to play around, but I spent three hours filming today and I'm really sore."

“I said you don't have to get serious and move in, find a friend with benefits."

“And then its, oh you look familiar, have I seen you somewhere?" I slumped my shoulders and lost the edge in my voice, "It's bad enough I worry about Paul, I don't need to mislead someone else or worry about being ousted."

“Mary, I think this is really getting to you in a lot of ways. Like I said before, sell the damn house, Paul won't care. He's a good kid, he'll bounce with it and you can give this up."

“And just be a waitress who gets ogled and harassed for a fraction of what I get paid to do this?"

"A waitress isn't seen the way a porn star is."

“John gave me what he made me realize I wanted; a family and a home, a real home, not the trailer parks I bounced around in when I was a kid. I promised I would keep what we built together and that house was a part of us."

“You're talking yourself into that, not me. Do what you want." He sighed, "You will anyway."

“Thanks."*

“I'm heading out, I have some other work to do today, Malcolm said he wants to talk to you before you leave. He already has another of these lined up for you end of next week I think. You should turn it down." "I'm not going to. It's too much money and it was what you said it was. Easy, no assholes like Nick and no fake squealing and taking two guys at once."

“Fine, but I can't be at the next one."

"You busy?"

“Not sure yet, but even if I'm not, you're on your own with these. I'm not Malcolm, I'm not thrilled with what I saw, tells me you need to get a grip on your life and separate it from this."

"Understood." I smirked, "Take your commission though won't you?"

“Know what Molly?" He stressed the name, “Keep whatever Malcolm gives you, when you're filming real mom you're working for him. You want other work I'll set it up, but not this.”

He got up to leave and gave me a tight smile.

“I'm not fighting with you, Mary, just worried."