Drugged by Design
Let me get one thing straight, I never actually thought it would work! I'm serious. When mother touched my upper arm and our eyes met, I just knew. Maybe it was that look, wide anxious eyes that made me wonder if I had ever noticed her green pupils before. But it was more than her eyes, it was the whole of her face, a breath away from my own, intimate and awkward at the same time. As if that was not evidence enough, a quick look down I could see that mother had opened her work blouse,...