Page 53 of Oxygen Deprived

I cleaned up quickly, tossing my stained under garments into the trash next to the sink.

Normally, I’d just soak them and use them as future period panties, but I didn’t need another thing to embarrass me in front of Drew.

I came out with a towel wrapped around myself ten minutes later, freshly showered, sans my hair, and staring at Drew who was busy putting some new sheets onto my bed.

“Get some warm pants on,” he ordered.

He was acting so calm and collected, as if I hadn’t just embarrassed the shit out of myself and him.

“Drew…” I started, but I wasn’t sure where to begin.

He stopped me before the words came, and held up a hand to me.

“Aspen,” he said. “I’m a paramedic. I’ve seen way more embarrassing things than a woman with her period.”

My cat meowed at me as I passed him, and I stopped to give him a love tap that consisted of me shoving him off my clean clothes before walking woodenly into my closet and retrieving some clothes.

Once I was dressed in my warmest pair of leggings that were fur lined, a pair of wool socks I’d stolen from my brother, Jonah, at some point, and my Uggs that only got broken out on period days, I was ready to go.

Somewhere.

In my own house.

But still.

“Ready,” I called, waiting for him to explain.

He nodded, then proceeded to pick me up around the waist, toss me like a sack of feed over his shoulder, and stomp out of my room.

Then out of my house.

When he kept going even further, I started to get nervous.

“Put me down!” I screamed at the man that was currently holding me over his shoulder. “I can’t! I’ll go to jail!”

But when he crossed the line over the road, I stared at the ankle monitor on my leg in horror.

But it didn’t go off.

It didn’t even turn red. Nothing.

It was still a bright green.

“What…what’s going on?” I asked Drew’s ass.

“I’m taking you somewhere,” he said. “With me. It was something my ex-wife hated doing.”

“What is it?” I asked breathlessly.

“You’ll see,” he evaded. “No questions.”

I blinked, then nodded.

But I couldn’t help it. He at least had to answer one before I could sit in his truck quietly.

“How…how did you bypass it?” I asked softly.

“My sister came and turned it off for a day,” he shrugged.