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sometimes during my periods.
    I went to the bathroom and got a little bit of soap, then climbed on the bed and targeted the spot so I could put a little soap on it, hoping that it wouldn’t stain. The sheets felt very smooth and soft. I hoped that I hadn’t ruined them.
    Early this morning had been incredible. I never imagined that my first time would be so sweet.
    I thought that I’d be married to Brayden when I did it for the first time. I hadn’t really looked forward to it.
    He’d slept with so many women during the first three years of college that I’d thought about asking him for a little medical paperwork showing that he was clean.
    And now, thinking about it, he must’ve kept on sleeping with women during the last year of college, too.
    I felt very cold, alone in this bed. I didn’t know if I regretted what had happened.
    No, I decided, even though I felt like I was freezing now. I was glad that my first time had been like that. It wasn’t what I’d expected, but it was much nicer than what Brayden would’ve done with me.
    And it felt like there was a knife stuck in my windpipe when I thought about Jenny with him.
    I didn’t want to go back to DC for a while.
    I looked around for my hastily discarded clothing. I should go back to the hostel. This morning had been very pleasant, and I was grateful that he’d taken care of me, but I was in a strange man’s house.
    What had I been thinking last night?
    Sober Naelle couldn’t understand Drunk and Hurt Naelle’s logic. I could have gone to a hospital, gotten checked out, and only thought of Emilio in my dreams.
    Here I was, the morning after, all on my own. Had I really expected it to go differently? He had been kind enough to feed me breakfast, which was definitely a nice touch. I needed to go now. In the light of day, all I felt was profound embarrassment.
    I dressed quickly before I went downstairs and headed for the door.
    Before I got there, though, there was a soft, “Excuse me?” in Spanish behind me.
    I whirled around. There was a short lady who had closely cropped black hair.
    “Hello,” I said in Spanish, figuring she probably didn’t speak English.
    “Are you...” she trailed off before beginning again. “Señor Emilio’s novia?”
    “I’m not his girlfriend, no,” I said.
    “Ah, I was mistaken. I’m sorry.”
    “It’s nothing,” I told her. I hoped that I had all of my things, because I was heading out to the hostel. I’d grab the Ecovia. I’d stay away from Finn McCool’s from now on. I could only imagine the embarrassment of running into him again. I’d go to the hostel, journal about tonight, and move on.
    I felt so free, freer than I had ever felt in my entire life. I didn’t know why I felt so empowered, but I knew that a new door had opened for me.
    Maybe I could have sex like that every night...it seemed easy enough to haunt bars and take men home. I was pretty enough, I supposed.
    I snorted. One step at a time. It wasn’t like having sex for the first time was going to turn me into a raging nymphomaniac.
    I climbed the steps up to my room, and then went into the shower at the hostel to clean up, feeling sore in places that I didn’t know that you could be sore.
    I changed into fresh clothing after my shower, because I didn’t want to wear yesterday’s clothes.
    What would I do today? I opened up my laptop to check on things.
    My mother had sent me several more emails, but they were less panicky. She figuratively shook her finger at my impulsivity, but she said that she had talked to my dad about what had happened and she understood why I had gone. She said to take whatever time I needed to heal.
    I sighed. I was afraid of my mother in a way that I’d never be afraid of my dad. He’d never be disappointed in me, but she frequently was very disappointed in my choices. At least she’d leave me alone about ditching Brayden.
    I didn’t know what I would do here, half a world away from my family. Ecuador was