EXTRACT: She hasn’t closed the bedroom door and the draft from the hall goosebumps my skin. I can feel my nipples pucker and my shoulders roll in. The weight of the pad in my knickers makes them slide off my hips before she’s ready. There is a heavy, damp sound. A smell catches in our throats. I try to apologise. She doesn’t see me try. She pulls the pad off and puts it into a plastic bag. She ties several knots. She puts it into a second bag. More knots. The smell is still here.
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EXTRACT: I don’t have space. I’m full. Anything more is going to dribble down the sides. She’s showered, she’s dressed, she’s got breakfast in front of her and I’m standing at the kitchen window wondering if its August or April. I’m not showered, I’m not dressed and I think I had a boiled egg for dinner. I’m tired of being unseen.....