The Sex Talk

Warning: This is a “NSFM” story – Not Safe For Men. You have been warned.

I was about seven or eight years old when I first saw a partially balled up, bloody maxi pad in the trash bin. I immediately ran into my mom’s bedroom, bin in hand.

“Anyu, Anyu! Who’s BLEEEDING?” I said waving the garbage towards her face.

“Oh…uh…I sat on a nail at vork by accident,” she said, wringing her hands and pacing around the room. “So now I bleed all the time and I need a special tissue to catch it.” She grabbed a few tissues from her nightstand, threw them over the bad, and grabbed the trash bin from me. “Don’t tell anyvon, it’s shameful!” I believed her and forgot about the whole incident. It wasn't until 6th grade that her little white lie became a big problem.

It was the first marking period of metal shop. We were making big useless metal key-chains or something when I felt a really weird, warm feeling on my seat. I stood up, looked down at the chair, and saw that it was completely covered in blood.

"I must have sat on a...
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