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“OK, Jordan,” Brady said, leaning toward his husband with a sly smile creeping across his face. “We need the blood to look like ‘oops, I killed my one night stand’ and not ‘my maxi pad overflowed’.”

“How am I supposed to know what a maxi pad blowout looks like?” Jordan asked. He planted his feet squarely and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Sid?”

The two men whirled around to Sidney, standing in the bright sunlight of their loft apartment. Sidney startled at their attention, still holding the spa robe wrapped around her naked body. Brady moved in wild and sweeping gestures while Jordan followed him in methodical and measured steps, gently guiding Brady back to focus.

“Well, this got awkward,” she giggled.

“Educate us on wayward blood flow,” Brady said, brandishing his camera over the bed.

Sidney laughed again and stepped forward to join them.

“OK,” she started. “Well, obviously all that blood would originate low. So maybe keep ours up more around the pillows. And lots o