She was a professional mistress-deterrent, and during one assignment, she met an adorable little dumpling. The child clung to her and called her Mommy, then said, "Mommy, my daddy has a phobia of dense clusters, but the mistresses around him are packed together everywhere. Can you help him?"
She thought he would say his son was just being silly, but instead he replied with utmost seriousness, "He's my biological son. He always thinks of me."
With a contract in hand, she stayed by his side to fend off his admirers.
When the so-called "mother of his child" returned, she prepared to leave after completing her mission. He didn't stop her. "If you want to go, take all your things with you: the car, the house, the bank cards, and... me."
The little dumpling peeked around the doorway. "You might as well take your son, too."
