Polar's blog about her fun evening made me remember one episode that happened to me while i was in vacation in London, years ago.

That September my ex husband (then still fiance') and I decided to go to London for one week.
I had already visited the city twice but i was more than happy to come back. I do like London.

We booked in an old bed and breakfast pretty close to the center of the city and quite affordable for our finances but with the tiniest room i even slept in...basically there was only room for a queen size bed, one chair and one tiny desk.. Oh, the bathroom was in the hall. Only shower.

But we had decided that the room was going to be used only for sex and sleep..so what's the point of having a big one, after all?

We had a blast visiting the city...by day, armed with maps and tour guides, we would walk to infinity and back or we would hop on those crazy two decks red buses, or on some boat along the Thames and we went basically everywhere. He also kindly agreed to go visiting Oxford and the college. (Btw, in one of the college bar i ate the most succulent chocolate cake).

At night we would go back to our tiny room, quickly change in something more dressy and go dancing, listening to live music, visiting some pubs.

That night.......our fourth night in town...we went to this great club ..very low ceilings, very strategically poor lit rooms, huge lounges, cool atmosphere, nice people, great European dance music and we had many, way too many, Gin Tonics...lol.....

We danced like no tomorrow and at the end, ecstatically drunk but still capable of asking the valet to find us a taxi, we got back to our tiny room.

Naturally...we ended up making love.....on the bed at the beginning....then half way to the floor.......landing completely on it at the end...we pulled down with us the sheets, the white blankets, the pillows.......we managed to make positively a havoc of that room that  night...:-)

Then we crushed to sleep.....on the floor...naked...

The morning after.... i woke up first......i opened my eyes, turned my head toward my guy and on my pillow i saw it.

It was unmistakably blood....

Blood was also on the white blanket still hanging from the bed...stripes of blood were on his legs and my legs too......blood was on the sheet at my feet and.....horror....there was also a tiny splash of blood on the wall.....

I thought i was dreaming...being still kind of groggy for the drinks and still foggy for the sleeping i couldn't make up where all this blood could come from...

Oh my gosh.......Holy crap, Mister Hyde....what did happen last night?

And...was my fiance' still alive?

I shook him ......he mumbled something and kept sleeping. I definitely was awake now. I jumped on my feet and after few minutes i finally realized what had happened during our intense sex making..

Yep, I had got my period.

Damn it, the visit wasn't expected at all....way too soon.

We had made a huge mess all over the place. So I woke him up for good. He looked - finally - around.

"What the heck?". He asked.
"What are we going to do?". I bounced back
"They are going to make us pay for all this mess". He said
"We don't have money to spare for any extra". I continued.
"We have to leave the room as soon as possible before they come to clean it". He sentenced.

And so we started to collect all the bloody sheets, the bloody blanket, the bloody pillows. We washed the wall and then we decided that we needed - absolutely - to hide everything.
Where? Under the bed? No.
We stuffed everything in the (tiny) closet.

We got dressed, i went to the bathroom for taking care as much as i could of that bloody situation in progress using tons of toilet paper, we packed our bags and left the room.

Headaches and (cramps) aside, we managed to keep our faces straight, paid the bill and sprinted out of the hotel.

When we finally sat at one bar to have breakfast (after I bought some never so blessed tampons) we couldn't simply stop laughing.

"Imagine the face of the poor maid when she will open that closet".
"Oh, my gosh ....what if they will call the police?"
"They will think somebody has been murdered in that room'
"Yeah....a passion crime"
"Lover kill lover and run with the body"
'Bloody shitty Mary, the maid will scream"
'Pass me the butter, would ya? Where are we going to kill tonight?"

So we ended up booking another hotel for the rest of our vacation.
But (in case you are curious).... just to be extra sure.... we made love in the shower....lol...