"One goddamn time and I forgot to shut it off and now you think I'm on the prowl or something."

"Wonder what would of happened if me and that old guy hadn't been here." Eric stared her in the eye.

“Wonder if you would have let them tag team....ow!"

He yelped in surprise when Emma slapped him in the face.

"How dare you!" She hissed.

"You don't ever talk like that to me!"

Eric sat there in shock, his hand going to his cheek.

"You hit me."

He sounded more surprised than hurt.

"I'm sorry!" Emma blurted. Boy she was saying that a lot lately.

“But you can't talk to me like that, Eric."

“But you can talk like a porn star then turn around and act like you're auditioning to be one and I can't say anything?"

“You can say whatever you want," she said in a subdued tone.

“Just watch how you say it.”

“Fine. I was mad because I can't blame him for saying those things and I took it out on him."

“Fair enough." She nodded.

“I'm sorry I hit you, Eric."

“Its okay, I deserved it." He sighed then put his hands up in a helpless gesture.

"Mom, what's up with us? We're both acting kind of messed up."

"Glad you said that because I thought it was just me." Emma put her hand on his arm.

"Maybe just the stress of moving and what we left behind."

“Maybe, but..."

"But?" She prodded him.

“Why would stress make you act like that? Plus we both had dreams about those people."

"True, but what are you getting at?" She forced a grin.