“Way better, you didn't have to make them, you know."

“Honey when you take care of a woman the way you do, there's not much she won't do."

“Speaking of doing things." He paused to take a huge bite of syrup drenched pancake, then wash it down with about half a glass of orange juice, “Can we talk about something?"

“Sweetie we've become lovers, at this point there's not much you could bring up that would be an issue.”

“Okay, but before I say it, I want you to promise me you'll let me explain myself."

“Oh, jeez, what did you do?

“Nothing, well not yet, anyway." He took a deep breath.

“Mom, I think we should take Malcolm up on his offer.”

“okay, I was wrong, that's an issue. Not a shot in hell."

“Hey, you said we can talk about anything." He pointed out, "Come on mom, hear me out."

“okay,” I caved, “I'll listen, but just know I am patronizing you."

“Way to be supportive," he joked.

"But fine, so the problem is with you no longer," he winked, “Modeling, we have to choose between my tuition and keeping the house, right?"

“Right, but it's not like it's a choice, you're staying in school. I'm going to put the house up right away while I have enough money set aside from my modeling, to keep us afloat here a few months if it doesn't sell right away, that and working every shift I can get."

“But if we did the movie for Malcolm he'll pay my tuition and then we can foot the house.”

“Paul, we are not performing for that whacko, you would really want that in someone's hands? You know if it ever got out we good technically go to jail

“Who would actually prosecute that? Besides he said he would have an agreement to sign saying he couldn't and if he did he'd have to pay us a ton of money."

“If made public, he could ship it around to wealthy sicko's like him and we would never know."

“He wouldn't." “You don't know him, Paul."

“Neither do you," he countered, "And I know him better than you. I talked with him for hours about mom son romance."

"Great." I rolled my eyes,

“You have no room to mock him seeing your son just fucked you silly on the table."

“Touché" I nodded.

“But he takes it serious. The guy never got a shot with his mom because she got sick after he..."

“He told you the story?" I was curious despite myself.