Changing a liner. I went to a friend's place & wouldn't you know it? He's such a gentleman that he leaves sanitary products under his sink for guests, which is a good thing too, because after the laughter we had just shared, I needed to pee & change my liner. I hover over the toilet, feeling the warm, wet piss along my thighs, dripping out of my public hair, I knew it was time to change the urine catcher in my panties. Looking back as I'm editing, I'm kinda mad at myself for not keeping it & selling it to you. It even had a stray public hair weaving it's way around the pad. Make up for my lack of foresight by tipping me how much you'd be willing to pay me for a fresh pantyliner so I can feel better about the tossed out money.. and get an average of what you horny fucks would pay for one when I decide to start selling them.