Why Doesn't My Discharge Bleach My Underwear นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I dragged myself up, the floor cool under my feet, and headed for the bathroom. Unlike the bed, the scent of him lingers heavily in the bathroom… his soap, cologne, and something else that makes my stomach roll. Metal. The laundry basket sits by the sink, haphazardly piled with dirty clothes. I reach down automatically to tidy it, pushing a few shirts aside, but my fingers brush against something damp and stiff. I freeze instantly. When I pull it out, my breath catches. A shirt…obviously once white was now streaked with a dark brownish stain.

This gave me a little comfort. Around lunchtime, I received my package. Since I usually had lunch at school, I did not go home. Holding the package, I eagerly opened it and went to the bathroom to try to wash the inked butterfly off, but it did not work! The solution I bought online was completely ineffective. It could not even wash away the butterfly pattern on my lower abdomen. I even considered scraping it off with a knife, but Kyle would definitely notice. I returned to my office, dejected.

The jacket suddenly felt too warm, too tight around my shoulders. I wanted to tear it off and throw it at him, but that would leave me in just my t-shirt and jeans...clearly not a Crawford Elite uniform. "Why do you need it?" he asked, his voice softer now. "What happened to your uniform?" The genuine curiosity in his tone was somehow worse than his anger would have been. I didn't want Kade Kingston's concern or sympathy. "Nothing happened to it," I lied. "I spilled bleach on it. This was the only thing available."

“Go on, darling. I’ll clean this up.” He leaned over his desk to pull out a container of wipes. I glared at him. “I thought you said you didn’t have wipes.” He laughed and turned the tube around. “I mean if you want to clean your vagina with bleach, be my guest.” He held out a wipe to me. “Here you go.” I pulled my shirt and bra up to flash him my breasts. “Asshole, now you can’t touch these.”

"What is that smell?" Usually, if someone stood in front of your bathroom and asked you about a certain smell, it would be best if you shoo that person away. However, that wasn't applicable to this moment now. Kat knew that the stench wasn't from something natural, albeit embarrassing. What she didn't know was how to explain it in such a way that wouldn't come across as suspicious. "Er, it's bleach," she said at last. "I've been . . . mega-cleaning the bathroom."

I found disposable wipes and wiped them off and I was about to trash it when I noticed something in the trash can dangling and the cover, it appears that it didn't enter into it well. It caught my attention, it was a satchet of Blonde hair dye. I used the wipes to pick it up and examined it very well. It was blonde hair dye. But why would Leexy be using a blonde hair dye? she's already naturally blonde. "Where you able to get it out?", she asked from outside, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Uhm, yes I did", I said trashing everything completely and washing my hands. I decided not to think much about it, it's nothing.

Lucy whispered, her voice barely audible. "I... I was trying to move it," Zoe stammered, her words coming out in a rush. "I thought it was hanging too close to the heater, I was holding my wine, and I reached for the dress, but I tripped over my own heels. I grabbed the cleaning supplies on the shelf to steady myself, and the bleach cap wasn't on right... it just happened so fast, Lucy. I tried to wipe it off, but it made it worse." Lucy looked at the shelf Zoe was pointing to. The bleach had been tucked away in the back of the closet behind a stack of towels. It wasn't something someone would accidentally grab to steady themselves.

She laughs throwing her head back and nodding while she drains his shirt, twisting it with her hands. "You know what? Fucking Screw this shit!....he wants clean laundry? he'll have clean laundry!" I get up, grabbing all the clothes we had already finished, and ball everything up together in a big mountain pile. I grab the bottle of bleach and pour the whole liquid on top of his clothes. Mind I say most of his clothes are either business suits, or dark-colored, but mainly, business attire. I drain every ounce of that bottle and let it sit for a few minutes, before I rinse, and hang it to dry. Now, to wait for his reaction!

he said and downed the soda. “You are being silly,” I said and sauntered away. I learned quickly that I rarely needed to check on the bathrooms during the day. People used the bathrooms to put on their swimwear, and then very few of them visit the bathrooms after that. Many only visit the bathrooms again to take off their swimwear and get dressed when leaving. I have watched people in the past. Many arrive in their swimwear and then never visit the bathrooms. Each afternoon I dose the pool with a good amount of the necessary chemicals. It is a myth that there are chemicals that can turn the water a bright blue or any other colour when it comes into contact with urine.