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Another Note from the Editor:
XY really wanted another image to go in right here -- she insists that
it's "part of the story." After going thru the above five pads in about
two and a half days, she thought the flow had ended. You'll note the
fifth pad has very little blood on it. But her body fooled her, and she
ended up with a pair of stained panties.
I had the garment with me at the cluster, but I simply could not
bring myself to put it on the platen of the scanner. The pads were tough
enough -- I waited until no women were around, figuring the guys
wouldn't recognize the pads for what they were.
(When I'd finished and I lifted the scanner lid, all the pads stuck to it with their
adhesive backing, and I had to peel them off; it was quite noisy.)
But a panty is more widely recognized than a pad, and I just couldn't
do it. Try to imagine explaining that one to the consultant on duty!
"Well, uh, you see, it's kind of an art project..."
And then when they find out I'm not even a student... Bad scene.
I'm working on getting the image scanned elsewhere, but I left the whole bag
of pads and the panty in our webmaster's apartment, and he's been incommunicado for the last week or so.
So imagine a stained undergarment here, and then savor the two pads
below, apparently a different brand, which serve to round out this bloody saga.
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