𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘑𝘑 (𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘴) 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘬,
𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘦.
𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘖𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘶.
A touron that had more blunts than she cares to admit, not to mention a handful of xannys ends up sleeping with the one and only JJ Maybank who was drowning his sorrows in a bottle of painfully cheap tequila.
After ignoring the glaring issue, which included the symptoms like a lack of period, sore tits and throwing up any food within a mile radius, for a few weeks Ottilie Moreau takes a test -- the test -- and it may be the only test she's ever taken were a positive is a negative.