Memory Stash

Puberty hit me hard, and discussing it with my father was not a whole lot of fun. The teachers at school were no better. Graphic imagery of human innards is not the way one must learn about one's privates. Alright, I will admit it was not graphic, just your basic diagrams of the cross section of the urethra (both male and female, of course). It was here, in the presence of my twenty classmates, that I learnt that the vagina had a separate dedicated entrance. Armed with this knowledge, I went on an expedition with the goal of knowing my body fully. But it was not until I had my first period that I had a clear understanding of my internal plumbing.  My father's personal assistant was the only adult female around when I first discovered blood in my panties. Luckily, she was packing some heavy sanitary pads and taught me how to use one. The teachers in our school had pulled us girls aside to discuss this rite of passage that most women have to take. The selection of feminine hygien...