It was the summer of my 12th birthday. While in the bathroom, I noticed an odd clump of toilet paper in the waste basket. I picked it out, and opened it – it was my mother’s used sanitary pad. Not yet really knowledgeable in this female thing, I was unsure what it meant. The odor was not pleasant, but I was intrigued as I smelled it, and touched the dried blood with my finger. I was afraid to ask my Mom about it thinking she would punish me in some way. (I should have asked her anyway). I began to find the same thing about every month. As I learned more about this, and matured s*******, I found out that some women enjoyed having s** during their period.
