“Deep for a porn guy." I laughed weakly.

“And now Paul knows I'm a porn guy. Honestly Molly that was a dick move for John to call that out." “Paul read the note. It was out there and John covered saying you were a good guy.

“Think he knows what I do now? Watch his mother have sex?"

"I don't think so, I doubt anyone reads directing credits. And it's what you did, anyway because I'm done. No more movies and little miss Molly is going to get put back in her box and if I have to go to therapy to keep her there I will.”

“I think you need some Molly in your life. You need a damn sex life, Mary. A healthy one and I want you to think about something."

“What's that?"

“If you had a damn boyfriend or at least dated regularly, Paul would have no grounds to think there was a shot for him to be your man.”

“Point taken." I sighed.

“What's your next move?"

“Calling Malcolm and cancelling the Real Mom shoot next week. Then working every night I can because I'll be back in brokesville in a couple months without the Molly money."

“He's not going to be happy. Maybe I should talk to him.

“

“No, it's my problem

“Whatever you do, don't tell him why running with all kinds of fantasies." * Dan warned, “He'll have his mind

“I won't. Thanks for Listening Dan."

“That's what friends are for. Hey keep me in the loop okay? And if you need anything, you let me know."

“I will, now go enjoy your normal life with your sweet normal girlfriend." “I will and you need to find that normal as well. You're a hell of a woman Mary and a little Molly from time to time isn't a bad thing, so meet someone and have some fun, both of your sides need some fun.

“ “Yes, dad." I said dryly.

"Big brother, I'm only a little older than you. As far as Paul goes he'll get past this.”

"I hope so."

“He will, know why?"

“why2"

“It's simple. You shot him down point blank tonight. It's not like you gave him any hope or mixed signals. Therefore it's game over, right?" “Right, thanks." I said softly, “That's just what I needed to hear."

I ended the call and leaned back into the pillows. It had been a relief to get it off my chest, but that last line replaced that relief with blame. I wanted nothing more than to do what Paul had done, just slide under the covers, bury my head in the pillow and got to sleep.

But one more call would end this part of the drama and tomorrow would be a clean slate to move forward and work on getting a normal relationship back with my son.