Emory

I am listening to Rainer’s words and trying to digest them, but I’m not completely sure I understand what he is saying to me.

“It was the blood?” I ask him, and he nods at me. “But… there was so little of it. Less than whenever I am menstruating by far.”

When he shakes his head, his dark curls dance around his face, and I can see why some women would find that alluring. He really is a handsome man.

“It’s not just that it’s blood per se. Menstruation blood is… unappealing to us. I won’t go into detail, but it’s not something that most of us would want...