"No need. We'll be putting this behind us when we walk out the door."

"Cute you think that." He grinned.

"What the hell does that mean?" Mom asked.

"Nothing." He waved his hand.

"Rules." Mom said.

"I sit here." He tapped the chair, "But I might move to see better, but I won't get too close and my hands stay to myself."

"You don't degrade me." Mom told him firmly. "It's your money and your show, if you want to suggest something, fine, but no, "Look at you, you fucking whore."

"I...I wouldn't say that." He actually looked put off, "Really."

"Good. Keep it in your pants; you have the...