The She-Beast

Dante. My eyes settled on the shelf of products on display in the feminine hygiene aisle. "What the fuck is the difference between light, regular, super, super plus, and ultra?" "My guess is the size of the tampon. You know, like the size that fits down in there without falling out." Jace's brows were knitted together. "They do seem a bit small. How do you reckon they stay in?" "Fuck knows." I turned my attention to the sample tampons out on display. They did seem suspiciously small to me too. "They all look like they're the same size." "Man, I don't know what else they could mean." He reached up and picked up one of the boxes, turning it around to read the description. "This one that says ultra—it claims this one is ultra-absorbent." "Hm." I picked up a box from another brand and peered up with an inquisitive look in Jace's direction. "What's up?" His eyes bounced between me and the box. "Something wrong?" "How am I supposed to know if her flow is light or heavy?" "You didn't ask her?