"Careful, Son. Once your moral dam has a crack in it, it won't take much to widen the crack until you can rationalize any behavior just because you're...unique."David pondered her statement. "Uh-uh. Using my ability to make money just doesn't feel wrong to me, Mom."With a shrug of her shoulders, she asked, "What do you mean by a sort of folder?" As my ability improved, and I was able to connect with more and more individuals, I needed a way to categorize them so I could visit them without a lot. Thanks for covering for me.”He smiled and said, “That’s okay, Grace, you can pay me back in the usual way.”She laughed and replied, “Mel! Are you having those dreams again?”I left them to their banter and hurried to my office. I had a couple of calls to return and then I sat at my desk, covered my face with my hands and thought about what I just did. I just related the most private and personal events of my life to Grace. I have to see her, talk to her, work with her, five days a week. We. .. ““Come on drink up,” she said getting to her feet.“But I thought that the Basque was for tonight.”She smiled again. “No, that’s for Friday night. We’re doing the filming that night.”I was gobsmacked.“Oh,” she said as we walked away. “There’s a change of plan too. Simon’s mate is doing the filming.”“Why?”“Because we’re doing a threesome. I’m fucking Paulo and Simon in the film, or should I say they’re fucking me.” I was still gobsmacked as we entered a shop off a side street. It was an adult. It was a week late, but I think that’s because she was so worried and emotional about it.I’d only been gone two months when I started going home every other weekend. I know you’re thinking it’s because I had all this pussy at home, and could tap it any time I wanted to. That’s true, in a way, but it’s not the original reason I started going home every other weekend.I got a call from Danny. He begged me to.Oh yeah. I didn’t tell you about how the project turned out. I wonder why? That was, after.