Oh, sh*t—those are my pills for birth control. I distinctly remember retrieving them from the drawer of the nightstand. Have I forgotten to take them off the bed? Before Victor Damion could come home for a lunchtime romp, I was so preoccupied with throwing things into suitcases that I was easily distracted. You are an i***t because you told yourself not to forget about them, but you still did.
It's too late for me to do anything about it at this point. As soon as I get home, you can find me at the local drugstore. When I finally do manage to get my hands on another pack, I'll be two days behind schedule. Taking more than one at a time is going to make me feel blah because that additional dose of hormones always has that effect on me, but it ought to prevent me from getting pregnant at the
