"That makes it sound like stealing. Only reason some won't do it is they would go to jail."

"I just mean that we're all taught family being anything but family is wrong."

"Because it is." Emma pointed out. This was getting strange at this point.

"It is if someone is being abused or raped or molested. But over eighteen and consensual?" Robin shrugged.

"You practice law, Emma, so you unquestioningly follow them. But when it comes to love there should be no laws or limits."

"You sound like, what was that old movie that was a big deal when I was a kid..." Emma snapped her fingers “Taboo! That movie got a lot of buzz."

“For good reason. Yes, it was called sick, and it was defended as fantasy, but it got people thinking." Robin smirked.

“Now? That material is all over porn sites and has a huge following."

"Take your word for that." Emma was lying. She'd been watching porn as a substitute for her sex life and had seen countless incest related clips. She always passed them by because it was sick, but there was obviously a market. She stopped and suppressed a shudder at an unwanted memory that some would say gave those fantasies credibility.

"Do take my word," she laughed.

"I'm a big fan of erotic movies.

Cliff too. We watch, we do."

"TMI, like my son says." Emma forced a smile, but was replaying Robin and Cliff even as she did. If she had the real thing, she doubted porn would be needed.

"Sorry, but seeing you saw more of me than you'd ever want to I didn't see this as being any more embarrassing."

"I think we got off topic." Emma picked up her glass again. Even though she kept telling herself not to have anymore, she kept drinking, but forced herself to keep it to a reasonable swallow this time.

"Kind of. Where I was going is you lost more than your son. There's a bigger hole for you and a good boy will try to fill that hole.”

Emma started to speak, but she held up her hand.

"I'm referring to a man of the house roll. Helping you, being protective, trying to take care of you the way he saw his father do."

"We have been closer." Emma agreed.

"He's sulky, but he's always there when I need him."

“And he's a good looking boy. He should be with a cute girl or several, but he's not is he?"

"No, but that's because his girlfriend since middle school shit on him." Emma informed her.

“Oh?" For a moment there seemed to be a smile playing at her lips, but it never completely formed.

“That's too bad, may I ask what happened?"

Emma hesitated for a moment, then decided to give her a brief version of the story. Even as she spoke, she realized she was not normally one to volunteer much of her life to anyone, but Robin was new to her.