WANT A TEASER FROM "MY MEN?"

Excerpt

"It's open," I call out, expecting Cain to traipse in so that we can have a group huddle here. So, I'm surprised when the door opens slowly and Brittany pokes her head in.

"Paige, I…uh, I got my period. I don't have any…supplies," she finishes, a soft flush coloring her fair cheeks.

"Oh, of course," I reply, throwing the covers off as I get out of bed. I see her eyes widen as she takes in my nightly attire. Thong and a wife beater. I'm not going to allow her to make me feel uncomfortable in what I wear to bed. Shit, she's lucky. I usually sleep in the buff during the summer.

I go into the bathroom off the hall and open the linen closet. I reach up on the top shelf and pull a box of tampons down and set them on the vanity top.

"Here you go," I say, "do you need anything for cramps, honey?"

She mumbles something that sounds like "ardy galen," which I presume is Swedish and, obviously, something nasty or she would've used English.

"Pardon me?" I ask, giving her a bewildered look.

"Those are tampons…"

"Well…yeah, so?"

"I don't use those. I'm still a virgin," she snaps.
And I'm totally befuddled. I think back and I'm pretty damn sure I used tampons before I'd ever become sexually active. Obviously, Brittany is under a flawed impression.

"Oh no, honey. No worries, you see, the hymen is--"

"I. Am. Not. Losing. My. Virginity. To. A. Tampon," she snaps very succinctly, crossing her arms in front of her and taking a defensive stance.

Alrighty then.

"Well, I don't use pads. This is all we have here at the moment."

"Of course you don't," she replies, glancing down at my black, silk thong. "What would you stick it to?"