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Which brought me to my brilliant plan. I pulled out my phone and dialed the nearest pharmacy. “Good afternoon, sir. How may I assist you?” “Yes,” I said smoothly. “I need to place an order for tampons.” There was a brief pause on the other end. “Uh, of course, sir. Do you have a specific brand or type in mind?” I frowned. “Uh… no. Just… give me all of them.” Another silence. “All… of them?” “Yes. Every single type of tampon you have.”

“It’s more water than blood. If women lost that amount of blood monthly, we would all be dead, Calum.” “Right.” Calum laughs but it sounds strained. I stop worrying when he curls the ends of my hair around a finger. “Glad to hear that. What do you use? Tampons?” At least he knows what that is. I shake my head. “Oh. What do you use?” “Sanitary pads.”

“Just a minute.” I shook my head as I joined the guys in the small kitchen. “I can’t fucking believe it. Why am I not allowed to get in?” Homer shook his head in amusement. “Do you have something to say?” “Girls value their privacy a lot. They have things they didn’t want boys to see.” “Like what?” “Tampons, underwear, shavers, maybe pictures with their exes, love letters, and so on,” Owen replied. “Sex toys.” Homer shrugged.

I nod absentmindedly, packing the pads into packages as Helen continued her rant about everything that was wrong with the healthcare system in the country. "Did you know I read once in a magazine that one in every five women couldn't afford menstrual hygiene products like tampons or pads? They used tissues and rags, instead. Could you imagine? Condoms aren't even a need; sex isn't a need." Bryan coughs uncomfortably behind his ranting wife. "A women's period can't be stopped, and that's what should be considered a need." Thomas peeks through the archway, a look of disgust on his face.

Shampoo, conditioner, body wash, a body sponge, toothpaste, a toothbrush, a pack of tampons, a hairbrush, and moisturiser. Wow, seems like he can be a little considerate, shame for him I used his toothbrush and products already. I shrugged as I picked up the box of tampons and tossed them in the air. I smacked it, letting it fly across the room, it hit the wall and drop to the floor. Now that was something I didn’t need, thanks to the dumb Rossi and his sperm. I began eating again, my gaze flitting to the tablet, musing over my options.

Leon's cold eyes stare down at me. "Come here." Calmly, I thanked Easton and took a step towards Leon. "Alpha Leon..." Before I could reach Leon, a sudden wave of dizziness hit me, and I fell over. Leon held me up. I leaned against Leon, tilted my head back, and asked him, "Alpha Leon, did you bring the stuff I asked you to get for me?" A few moments of embarrassment flashed across Leon's mature, cold face before he pulled a packet of tampons from his suit pocket and handed them to me.

She could deal with cereal for every meal, but she wanted to have nice breath when she kissed Carter. She wandered through the pharmacy, picking up some antacids. Her stomach had been a little queasy the night before, so she wanted to stock up. As she passed through the aisles, she came to the feminine hygiene aisle. The aisle was relatively unmarked, but there was a half empty stand of chocolate bars on the end-cap, so someone knew what they were doing. She chuckled to herself and tried to remember if she needed to pick up more supplies for herself. She did the mental math, trying to remember if she'd bought a new box of tampons last cycle, or the one before.

One of them even swallowed audibly. Tessa leaned forward, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “You do know what I’m talking about, right?” “…A… tampon?” the taller guard whispered, like the word itself had set his soul on fire. “Yes! Exactly! A tampon,” she said, smiling innocently. “So, tell me… do either of you know which one to pick? Or should I… hold one up to the light so you can inspect it?” Both guards froze, eyes wide as saucers. Their faces went pale, like someone had just told them they were about to perform open-heart surgery with a spoon.

I couldn't stay in here forever. "Okay, stay here. I'll be back in a couple of minutes." I heard him walking in the room, probably looking for his wallet and then I heard the bedroom door close. Fifteen minutes went by and the bathroom door opened and Flynn appeared with in his hand a blue plastic bag. "Most stores were closed. The one that was open, didn't had pads. So I bought tampons. The man who work there said it was the same." Tampons and pads are not the same.But oh well, atleast he went out to buy them for me. "Thank you darling, but tampons and pads are not the same. But I'll make it work." I planted a kiss on his cheeks. "You're so sweet!"