I’m babysitting a friend’s house for the weekend. She’ll be back tonight.
So I made a b********* to a guy I know (hey, I had the house to myself, plus, I do have a boyfriend so I cannot do it back home).
He obliged and we started some great s**. A bit too great.

“something feels wrong” he said after about fifteen minutes. He pulled out and we nearly screamed.
He had fingered me rather hard, and probably cut me with a fingernail: I was haemorraging fresh, bright red blood from my p***y. It was pooling up on… my friend’s duvet. A big pool.

I kicked out the guy, and checked that he did not hurt me seriously. But now I am left with an expensive double-bed duvet with a pool of blood 15 inches wide, and spreading.
There are no laundromats around here.

I guess I have to pretend something even worse happened to the duvet (set fire to that part? But I don’t smoke…), to cover the blood, and tell my friend I’ll buy her a new one. She’ll give me hell.