The other day I was cleaning up a bit at my window brothel. I noticed someone had left a tampon in the sink. The girls can be so sloppy. I picked it up and... it moved!
There was actually quite some violent movement inside, so I decided to pull the tampon open. A little fellow came out. The man reached up to about my ankles when I placed him on the floor. I stared at him in amazement.
He couldn't tell me how he had ended up in the tampon, only that he had been inside for a while and he was tortured with pressure, heat and moist. I shivered as I listened to his story. This man had gone through some serious abuse!
In the end I said goodbye and warned him for crossing the street. Someone might step on him. I gave him my ratecard for future reference: in case he felt like crawling into some other place.
