“Not sure a girl crying after that would make me think I'd hit a home run." I quipped.

"I was a little nervous too, but again in hindsight it was the simple fact that I was the first man to ever be good to her. That wanted something other than to fuck her. Sometimes I wondered in the beginning if she loved me or the fact I was nice to her.”

“You know she loves you." I told him, “It's been twenty years, nice only goes so far."

“Good point." He nodded, “But things were going great. Only hitch was when I mentioned to my boss that I was dating her, he asked what I thought about her job and I asked why I would care she modeled. Guess he forgot his own lie, but then he just played it off with a grin. Now I'd be suspicious, but back then just a love struck naive guy.”

“Then it happened. We went to the park, your mother loved the carousel, she was like a big kid on it. She mentioned not having much of a child hood, but no details and that was the first of anything I'd heard about her past from her"

“So we're sitting on the bench and this jerk comes strolling over and says ‘hey Molly!' she looks up and he's grinning like a goon and asks for her autograph. I'm not thinking much at this point. She only talked about her modeling if I pressed. I'm thinking he recognized her and he did, but not from any ads.”

"She tells him he has her mixed up with someone else and he pushes saying he's seen all her movies. Now I'm staring at her and she's stammering. The asshole looks at me then laughs and says, oh, guess your boyfriend doesn't know."

“She tells him to screw and at that point I get in between them and tell him to get lost. He just grins at me and says, ‘I can't believe you're fucking Molly Minx and don't even know it. What's she like, she wild or so worn out from all those big cocks she just blows you?"

“That Paul was the first time in my life I'd ever hit someone. Didn't even think about it, just decked him, put him on his ass and lucky for me, by the time he had jumped up a few people came over and got in the middle. I looked around for your mother and saw her running away."

“Damn, poor mom." I said, now feeling worse than ever I'd gotten excited over her movies.

“I caught up with her and asked her what was wrong, She said to just let her go, she didn't want to lie to me anymore."

Dad stopped and looked into the box again, his hand drifting across the spines of the movies.

“At that point she probably could have Lied to me. All she had to do was say the guy was an ass and she had no idea what he was talking about. Again, no google to just pop in names I had no idea who the hell Molly Minx was, she had said her last name was Walters."

"I had sort of thought he was an ex-boyfriend being an asshole or a friend of one and he was implying she was a slut. I had no idea what he really meant. So I told her to just tell me the truth."

“She didn't want to at first, but I told her I wasn't going to drop it or even take her home until she told me what was going on. We sat down on another bench under the shade of some trees and I thought, what a nice peaceful spot on a gorgeous day. Then your mother, a woman who I'd already fallen in love with, told me she was an adult film actress."

“I sat there stunned, I'll bet as stunned as you were, or maybe not as much as I didn't see any visual proof at the time. I had nothing to say and she kept talking and through her sobs confessed to me she had shot two scenes while we were dating because she needed the money and she had no education to get another job."

“She said those were the nights she had said she hadn't felt well or was busy because she couldn't bring herself to even look at me on the day of or the days right after the shoots."

“That pissed me off. If it had been in the past I might have tried to work around it, but hearing her admit she had screwed guys while she was seeing me? I was so pissed, I stood up, tossed a twenty at her and said it was for a cab home because I didn't even want her in my car."

“She tried to give it back, but I told her keep it, after all she should be used to taking money for a ride."

“That was harsh." I whistled.

“I was hurt, Paul. You must feel a little betrayed at finding this out. Knowing we lied to you, knowing your mother spent four years doing what most people would call her a slut or whore for doing."

"In a way, I guess." I hadn't thought of that actually, all I'd found myself thinking at the time was that it was hot in a sick way and hearing dad's words made me realize

I should have felt what he had described, but simply didn't.

"For me this is history, before me even, so it was a shock, but I don't feel hurt by it

“You're an old soul Paul. Nothing ever seems to really get to you." Dad told me, “I admire the way you deal with things, always calm, always thinking it through. You're a hell of a young man."