Deciding on making him suffer, I narrowed my eyes and said, “Why, yes, Joe. As a matter of fact, I am on my period.” Smiling sweetly up at him, I added, “In fact, I’m having a real hard time getting my tampon out—what with all the blood and all. Care to help a friend out, you know, since that’s your area of expertise and all?” “I could give it a shot.” I glared at his stupid head for a long beat before relenting with a laugh. “You’re sick.” “You said it, not me.”
