525 Woman Things


    “How do you feel?” Marcel asked while Arianna was hunched over the toilet.


    It had taken a lot of persuasions to stop him from keeping herpany in the toilet. She means, period poop smells bad, why would he want to inhale that horrible gas all in the name of love? Arianna wouldn’t even do that for him... urm, maybe she would .... just a little... no, no, never.


    Hence, they came up with a better solution, conversing through the phone. At least, he wouldn’t breathe in her smelly poop and they could talk at the same time. See? Good thing he got her a phone.


    “Better,” Arianna replied, definitely not in the mood for talking, not when World War III seems to be taking ce in her colon. However, Marcel was trying his best to show his support and she appreciated that.


    “I mean, what does it feel like? I’m trying to understand your condition.” He told her which was surprising. The Mafia Lord wanted to understand her condition. Arianna knew Victor would have a goodugh over this if she told him that.


    “Oh, about that? It feels...” Arianna thought over it, “Like I don’t want to leave the toilet at all? In my condition right now, I want to spend the entirety of my day butt-ass naked, and wait for my body to do its thing because I don’t know what the hell it’s trying to tell me. Well, except to poop, you get it, but sometimes I don’t even release at all, just the urge.... ”


    Arianna trailed off when she heard Marcelughing uncontrobly from the other side of the line.


    “Alright, buddy, care to tell me what’s funny?” She wondered what she said wrong.


    However, Marcel didn’t say anything and continued tough so hard even Arianna forgot she had to poop. She just sat in the toilet with her brows raised, her curiosity piqued.


    .....


    When Marcel was finally able to get over hisughing fit, he told her, “You said ‘release’,” Marcel emphasized that word.


    “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Arianna groaned, that dirty-minded asshole. She should have known.


    “Do women release?” He was stillughing.


    “Oh yes, we do,” Arianna answered firmly and Marcel’sughter was cut short when he realized she was serious this time.


    With a deep breath, Arianna went on to say, “Women release, and that is called female ejaction. It is that thick, white liquid thates out of the urethra of a woman during a sexual orgasm, Marcel. So yeah, we do release and I hope that answers your question. ”


    An awkward silence fell over them and for a minute there, Arianna thought that Marcel had abandoned the call until he said, “You should have been a doctor,”


    “Nah, that’s not my thing,” Arianna shook her head in denial.


    “But you worked at Ruth’s ce,”


    “Because I needed the money,” She exined more, “Although just like you, Ruth seems to hold the opinion that I’m a natural in the field as well, however, none of my family members are doctors. Perhaps, it’s from my mother’s side, but I can’t tell since I don’t actually know her.”


    “Yeah, maybe,” Marcel said a tiny bit forcibly if she might add and that was suspicious. Was there something he was not telling her?


    “So why don’t you want to be a doctor when you’re so good at it? I mean I would benefit immensely from it. ” Marcel asked, drawing her attention from the sudden question in her mind.


    “Because it’s suffocating,” Arianna confessed.


    “Suffocating?” Marcel was curious to know.


    “It is a nice upation, but I’m just not cut out for that. When I’m in that white coat, I feel trapped, however, when I dance, I feel free. Also, there is nowhere on earth I’m treating you, that’s doctor’s policy, we don’t operate on our loved ones, so don’t go around getting injured with the hope I’m there to stitch you up, ” because she would lose her mind if he really does get hurt.


    Arianna took a deep breath and surprisingly found out that she was done.


    “I think my period poop has ended?” She announced as she began to clean up.


    “Good,” Marcel sounded greatly relieved and Arianna couldn’t help but wonder if she had traumatized the poor man.


    “Luca got you your woman things, however, there’s a bit of a problem. He said he has no idea what type and brand you use, so the old, sweetdy at the store made him buy everything.”


    Oh no, Arianna already sensed what was about to happen.


    Marcel went on to say, ” He got you sanitary napkins, menstrual pads, panty liners, tampons, and... ” There was a slight pause before he went on to say, “Menstrual cups...?” women are so weird.


    Without a second thought, Arianna opened the bathroom door and caught Marcel leaning against the entrance as if he had been waiting for her all this while.


    She tugged on the huge cellophane bag he was holding – did Luca buy the entire store or what – but Marcel held on tightly and she lifted her brow questioningly.


    “What?” She shot at him, annoyed. Arianna needed to shower now because she felt icky inside.


    “Do you women really put that cup thing inside -”


    “Don’t ask,” Arianna warned him.


    However, the long, scrutinizing look Marcel gave her from top to bottom as if he was already imagining her using the cup made her cheeks heat up.


    “Ask another question!” Arianna said quickly, going red in the face. Why can’t men just admit they would never understand femininity?


    Marcel grinned and that was all she needed to know that he had it out for her.


    “Have I ever made you release?”


    Alright, Arianna groaned inwardly, he really wanted to know everything.


    “Well, that’s hard to know when you’re always eating me out.”


    “So I do then,” Marcel was smug.


    “Yeah, you do, Marcel,” Arianna decided to stroke his ego this time, just because he kept herpany in the toilet because it was never happening again. He was prideful enough already. Yeah, it was just a form of thank you.


    Arianna shut the door and was thankful to see that Marcel even got her a set of new clothes. Aww, that was so sweet, however, staring at the many contents in the bag, she wondered which one she was going to use without drawing questions from Marcel. And what the hell would she even do with the rest of them?