I had yet to relieve my bladder and no longer could.Their's was the sound of moving and voices not words. Almost not even tones. I strained to positio...n them.They were outside.I took a breath. The ridge beneath my ribs stung. I bore down and the sound of my stream drowned out their noise. After I stood I sneaked a look out the window. Renegade bamboo ran between the fence and clothes line. The noise was from beyond the bamboo, from my neighbour's yard. There was nothing to see.Back in my bed, I. He thought that response was just her, making sympathetic noises, and he squeezed her hand. They found a Walgreens, and went in. She bought a box of tampons and then asked to use the restroom. The cashier, a woman, was immediately sympathetic and ten minutes later they were back out on the street.He didn't say anything for long enough that she inquired about it."Why so quiet?" she asked."Actually, I don't know what to say," he said."It's just a menstrual period," she said. "They happen all the. Theyhad gone away for the weekend to see some relatives straight after school,but her mother had washed her uniform and underwear and put it out on theline to dry. Since it was now Saturday morning and it'd been a nice sunnyday yesterday, it would be nice and dry by now. Annabelle was a year olderthan him and was about his size. His parents were out for the day with hisolder brother at a chess tournament so he had the place to himself.He'd been making masks for a couple of years now, but these. I was going to take her to the city where we was hoping not to see anyone we knew. I was going to take her out to dinner and then to a nice hotel downtown. We met as planned after nervously waiting to see her park her car in a storage shed I had rented. She was always stunning without all the fancy clothes and makeup, but she blew me away when she came walking out from parking her car. She had on a nice summer dress that showed the tan that had always hid from us with her conservative clothes.