He tapped the box with the movies.

“As you saw she ended up working in the industry for four years and became popular enough to appear in almost a hundred movies."

“Jesus." I gasped, “Why would you tell me that?"

"I know I shouldn't, but I have a reason and we'll get to it. But meantime I'll stay in the past. I met your mom at a party that the head of my firm was invited to and he took me and a couple of other young attorney's with him. It was a big shin dig, lot of affluent people and I was excited to think I'd make some connections."

“What I didn't realize is that at these types of things a lot of the very attractive women there were there for the sole purpose of entertaining the single men, especially the high rollers. A lot of the women were call girls, but because this particular client had connections in the adult film industry there were several porn stars there."

“They were all paid a flat fee to attend the party, pick a guy who was there alone and make sure he had a great night and not just at the party. Your mother was one of those girls.”

Dad leaned back in the chair and grinned, "I was so naive back then, Paul. My father had done us the favor of leaving when I was in my early teens and my mother raised me to be proper and always play it safe, do the right things. She pretty much taught me to be mister vanilla straight guy as your mom still calls me sometimes."

“So I had no clue these girls were paid company and when your mother came over and started talking to me I thought, holy shit, look at this gorgeous girl talking to me!"

He sighed wistfully, his eyes gaining a faraway look as he recalled the past.

“Your mother was the most stunning woman I'd ever seen. It was a high end affair and even the hookers were dressed to the nines. She was wearing a strapless black evening gown that went down past her knees, but was slit to the hip. It was silky and slinky, tight enough to show off her assets shall we say."

“Part of what was so stunning about her was I could tell she was young, twenty two at the time so only three years younger than me, but so mature looking, her features, her mannerisms, she seemed mature beyond her years. Sad to say I would discover later that came from the hard life she'd lived."

“Her body was worthy of a lot of attention, that was damn sure, but her face?" He frowned, "Molly Minx was advertised as having the face of an angel and a body built for sin and that's crude, but accurate."

“Those huge baby blue eyes and those perfect lips and when she smiled, it touched those eyes, there didn't seem to be anything fake or phony about her. I thought I'd hit the jackpot and seeing I'm talking to the son we had together I did, but I had no idea who she was and what her real purpose there was supposed to be."

“She had brought me over a glass of champagne and we chatted for a while, just small talk. She was relaxed, confident, I was a nervous wreck. She told me her name was Molly and asked if I wanted to dance with her."

“We get out on the floor and it's a fast number and she put on a show. Bumping and grinding on me and had me blushing like a teen ager. I noticed a lot of the women were dancing like that so again, thought nothing of it. The next number was slow and she wanted to stop, but I asked if we could dance to that one.”

"She looked at me funny, then shrugged and said why not? Looking back I get why most of the other single girls walked off the floor. They were there to slut around and show off, not be a date in a real sense."

“We danced close and as the song went on, your mother relaxed and nestled into me, Holding her there in my arms as we swayed to the music was amazing, she felt so damn good! The song ended and another slow one came on and this time she asked me to stay there for that dance.”

“We stayed on the floor for an hour, dancing slow, then fast. I'd had a few drinks and loosened up and we were laughing, and dancing and it was the best night I could remember, The band took a break so we wandered around the party and I felt like a damn giddy teenager when she held my hand while she did."

"I noticed I was getting some looks from the other guys, little smiles and some smirks and I thought they were making fun of me for some reason or wondering what she was doing with me. When your mom excused herself to use the rest room, my boss came up to me and claps me on the shoulder and says what a lucky dog I am."

“Like an idiot I'm saying, yeah I can't believe she was into me and he laughs at me and says she's into a lot of things. I asked what he meant. He looks at me and asks if I know who she is and I said no and asked who she was."

“Understand, Paul, I was raised to think porn was disgusting and I'd never watched one. I had no clue who she was and was so damn wet behind the ears the idea she was an escort didn't even occur to me."

"My boss decides that makes it even better and he just tells me she had done some modeling and left it at that. He walked away grinning and later I would know why, that he thought it was funny his naive newbie attorney was going to get laid by a porn star and didn't even know it."

“Looking back, that may have been the biggest favor anyone ever did for me because if he'd told me who she was, I'd have left right then and there, embarrassed and disgusted."

“Your mom comes back and the rest of the night is magic, dancing, talking, laughing and having a damn good time. The party is in the ballroon of a hotel and each guest had a room for the night so we could really enjoy the night and so all the men, single and married, could slide upstairs for some fun with their date."

“The crowd is thinning out and she asks me if I want to go back to my room. My heart's pounding a mile a minute and I say sure. We go up there and we're sitting there and again I feel like a little kid. I was nervous, wondering what was going to happen next."