/fa/ - Fashion

I was on the subway last night, relatively late. A reasonably attractive 40 something woman, looking moneyed, got on the train with her 10-12 year old son and about five different purses. She sat down next to me and her son busied himself looking out the window.
I immediately noticed she was high as hell, most likely on opiates. She was nodding in an out and scratching her neck & nose. She looked wealthy and used.
She must have noticed me watching her because she turned to me and mumbled something along the lines of "You know about that itch, don't you?"
I assumed she was talking about the junk itch, that bone-deep tickle you've just got to scratch and scratch once your fix starts kicking in.
"I know all about the itch, ma'am. I haven't had it in years, thank god."
She laughed. "Oh, you mean THIS itch. Heh heh, not that kind of an itch. I like you. You look like a good man." She moved a hand down to my thigh and traced along my leg, heading for my crotch. I grabbed her wrist in mid stroke, gently.
"Please, don't go there." I asked.
She laughed again, and by this time the whole car was staring at us. I mean, she was really high, wandering around the subway system with her kid. It was a very bad scene.
"I like you." She repeated, before turning to the kid. "Jacob, get over here. Sit on my lap." Grabbing the kid by the wrist, she led him to sit on her lap. I though that the kid was putting up a good front, but for one fraction of a second while looking over his mother's shoulder (sitting on her lap), the mask slipped, and I saw embarrassment, fear and horror. He was a bright, sober boy who knew exactly what was going on.