A change
Young and beautiful, murmurs drifted around her. Silver hair and green eyes, skin like baby’s breath in color and fragrance, plump velvet lips. She adorned herself in simple but elegant pearls, bracelets and earrings, a simple black leather band around her throat. Modest black dresses, little black strappy heels, a coat or jacket of some kind.
She wasn’t an airhead, she did well at work, she was a good secretary. She was always a professional, she was work and college oriented, she followed the rules. She went to church every Sunday.
Now, she stood on a Sunday, in nothing but pink lace panties and her lovers button up shirt, the sleeves rolled to her elbows. She stood by the counter, idly mixing cookie dough. It was nine in the morning, and she was high as a kite, making herself peanut butter cookies rather than putting up the bong she left on the counter. It was a drastic change, it was sometimes difficult for her to understand how different her life was now than it was than.
Three weeks prior, she met a man on a business trip, ended up going home with him, and then she never left.
Ten minutes later and she had s batch of cookies in the oven, and was doing a line by the sink. She tried not to be excessive, she was trying not to do it again at all, but after she got a taste she couldn’t stop. Standing up with the familiar tingling in her nose, she sniffed, rubbing the bridge of her nose and closing her eyes. Footsteps caught her attention and she turned, wiping her nose on her sleeve and tilting her head to the side slightly. “Daddy, why’re you up? You don’t get up this early on your days off....my cookies that good?”