“Nice thing to say."

“You got off on being filmed and dad got off on you being filmed and so did I." He laughed, “We were all perverts."

“So you'd be fine with Malcolm filming us? What if you have a problem?"

“I won't, but if I did, we would just call for the fluffer!" He laughed, “Oh, wait that would be you."

“I suppose I could be persuasive." I shrugged, “I don't know, Paul."

“Mom this is a good idea, you're just stuck on the wrong and risky thing.”

“Because it's both." "Can I ask you a question?" “This is how this conversation started." I put my hands out, “Go ahead."

“You fought what was happening between us because it was risky and wrong, so let me ask you; how did that work out for us?"

I frowned and looked away. He had a point, when I looked back I saw he was losing the battle of not smirking at me.

“Come on, mom let Molly have one more ride. The ultimate one, with her own son.”

“The last ride of Molly Minx." I muttered.

“Co-starring Paulie Pounder!" He clapped his hands.

“Paul? Quit while you're ahead, will you?"

“Ahead? So I can call Malcolm?"

“No. I shook my head.

“But...”

“I'UL call Malcolm." I pointed at him, “But understand something, we talk to him, he's going to know."

“I bet he already does. As soon as he saw who I was and you flip out at me, I think he figured it would happen."

“Maybe. But I'll call him and we'll talk, but if I hear one thing from him I don't like, it's off."

"You're the best, mom."

Yeah, that was me, thinking of negotiating a porn shoot with my son, mother of the year.

“Hey, mom?" “What, Paul?" “I have to shower before class," he gave me a sly smile, “Want to join me?"

“Paul," I shook my head slowly, “There's a lot wrong with what you just I gave him a rueful smile, "But I can't even pretend I don't want seer

"I can't believe I let you talk me into talking to Malcolm here." I said to Paul as I watched the coffee pot slowly fill.

"Not comfortable with him being here for some reason."