I look down at Evelyn, moaning beneath me. She seems completely oblivious to the turbulence she stirs within me. Honestly, being called "Mommy" is really strange. She always does weird things when she's drunk.
"Evelyn, I want to try something different. We've been having a lot of regular sex lately, but I want something spicier. Since you want me to be your 'Mommy' now, I want you to act as I say. Will you do it?"
"Y-Yes, Mommy!" she says, smiling. I'm sure tomorrow she'll be dying of embarrassment for calling me Mommy today. Besides, I feel a bit bad about her calling me Mommy.
If she drank because of anxiety, and now she's calling me Mommy, it means calling me Mommy isn't exactly a "healthy slip-up." It means she's looking for an emotional figure who can protect her.
When drunk, Evelyn reveals sides she usually hides: her insecurity, her fears, and even confused and funny things.
