Or Was I Just Screaming In My Head?
I never like being touched there. Cross my heart, hope to die, etc. Well, that's not entirely true. That one time, when Mom left for a long time, just that once did I welcome it.
'Does that make me disgusting? '
I just hadn't been paid attention to for weeks and his hands sheepishly morphed into the endearing praise after an ace'd quiz or an uproarious applause following a flawless ballet recital.
'Was I asking for it the whole time? '
I never liked being touched there, but I never objected either. I learned at a very early age, no one else can hear the screaming ...