LUCILLE'S DREAM V
"I had a dream." Lucille started, taking in a deep breath.
Sheila sat down beside her on the bed, grasping her right hand in hers, encouraging her to continue.
"There was this man...I have never seen him before in my entire life. We were..." Lucille paused, not knowing how to say what had happened in the dream. Wouldn't the woman, her mother, think that she was a pervert, perhaps relegating the dream to something that had been born out of her erotic fantasies. She didn't her mother to have such a vile and untrue thought about her, unaware that a blush had coated her cheeks.
Sheila, noticing this, smiled, having an idea about what her daughter had wanted to say. The blush was enough evidence.
"You both were making out, or getting intimate??" She asked, raising her eyebrows at Lucille whose eyes went wide at her question.
"How...how...did you... know?" Lucille stuttered out, not believing that her mother had been able to read off the answers already.