Whoever published this drivel would pay! He'd have the author blacklisted, the publisher bought out and the company sold off piecemeal.

"Oh, the book is called ‘Erica's Wisdom'!"

Matthew's lips twitched.

"Clever. I'll have Paige do it," he insisted.

Erica was persistent. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and whispered in his ear, “Honey, you should think about it. Why would you have some other woman do this? Aren't you afraid I'll get jealous?”

"Oh?" He fixed his eyes on her and asked, "Will you get jealous?"

“Of course, I'm also your woman and I have feelings for you. How could

I not be jealous?"

“But I haven't done this for anyone!" said Matthew flatly. He couldn't imagine how it would look if he went to the supermarket to buy sanitary pads. The mere thought of it embarrassed him.

“That's good. Then I'll be your first!" she laughed.

Matthew was speechless again. That sounded so weird.

Erica suddenly felt a warm stream sliding down her Legs. She knew what that meant. She let go of Matthew, grabbed her bath towel and made to run to the Lounge.

"Oh, crap!"

Matthew grabbed her wrist before she could run off.

“What's wrong?"

This was so uncomfortable and embarrassing that Erica was almost in tears.

"I may have stained your bath towel. I should have stayed put.

Go ahead and ask Paige to buy the pads. I gotta hurry!"

It was her own fault sticking around trying to convince Matthew to do it for her.

Matthew understood what she meant. He let go of her wrist and stared at her running back to the lounge. But her running posture caught his attention. It looked so strange, like she was loping along with her legs as close together as possible.

Twenty minutes later, Erica almost fell asleep sitting on the toilet.

Finally, she heard footsteps at the door.

It was Matthew. He came in, frowning, and handed her a bag.

"Here you go," he said.

Erica took the bag and looked inside. There were several brands of sanitary towels inside.