“But we'd have to fuck and do it in front of Malcolm now wouldn't we?" "Yes, but we'll do it before that." “Oh, will we?" I asked softly, what the hell was wrong with him?

“I wouldn't want that to be our first time. So we'll do it after we've been together a few times! Then we make that movie and we're all set!"

"ALL set."

“Yes, no money worries, but more important, the two of us will be...

“There is no fucking us!" I screamed at him, causing him to lean back on the couch.

"Get that through your goddamn he:

“But mom..."

“Molly! I am fucking Molly to you right now and I'll tell you why when I'm done reaming your ass! How could you be so fucking stupid?"

“Jeez, I was just trying to...

“You sat there talking to that pig about me! You told him how bad you wanted your mother and you knew you were getting him to set you up with me!"

"Yes." He admitted.

“Then right there in front of him you tell him who I am! You told that freak you were my son! He knows, he fucking knows!"

“He won't say..."

“I have never been more humiliated in my life!" I was out of control now, screaming at the top of my lungs and waving my arms wildly. Paul looked taken aback, but at the same time was still speaking as if nothing were wrong.

"Really?" He asked, “I would have figured that video from a long time ago where you sat there and let all those guys jerk off on you would have been more humiliating that that." He grinned at me, “Or did you kind of like that...0w!

Paul cried out when I slapped him in the face, not once but twice, hitting him with both hands in rapid succession.

“Don't you fucking dare talk about things like that to me! You think I wanted to do those things? I was new and staying at a fucking homeless shelter! I needed that money to survive and those things paid more! I did what I had to! You've never had to do tha

“Wom, please, I..." I silenced him with another slap that sent him reeling against the back of the couch.

“Then I went back to this bullshit so you could keep the life I would have given anything for! College, a beautiful home to live in! I became a fucking whore for you!" I stopped yelling and stood there, my chest heaving,

“No. I lowered my voice, “That's wrong, I was always a whore, I just took time off from it when I had someone to love me. Then he left and the whore came back."

I leaned over and was so far gone it didn't bother me he put his hands up, afraid I was going to hit him again.

“and that's why I want you to call me Molly. Because you don't love me, Paul. Not like that anyway. You're in love with Molly. You don't want your mother, you want Molly the slut, the fucking cum dumpster who gets paid to take loads in her face and cocks in whatever hole the director tells me to."

“Mom. Please don't talk like that." His voice was trembling, "You're not like that."

“Of course I am!" My voice rose again, “There's over a hundred movies to prove it and you've probably seen them all!"

Paul tried to get up, but I pushed him back and put my knee up on the couch between his legs, to keep him where he was.