LADIES ONLY

WOW: flow. I'll apologise in advance for the story that this word inspired.

Poor Dean encounters a foe that's far more scary than any monster. Anyone who has seen Ten Inch Hero will know exactly which scene was in my mind when I wrote this ...

Disclaimer: I don't own him more's the pity!

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Dean's heart pounded a tattoo inside his chest and he choked back a wave of nausea as he stared helplessly at his nemesis. They surrounded him, banks and banks of them, all brightly coloured and terrifying; taunting him with the sort of language that would give any man nightmares - mysterious, disturbing words like comfort-fit, applicator tampon and, worst of all, heavy flow.

He rapidly grabbed a medium-sized green box, and turned toward the checkout, the blush which stained his cheeks blazing away under the store's bright lights like a supernova.

Next time Charlie stayed, she could do her own friggin' supply run.

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