Synopsis: A widowed mother gets an education on the topic of enemas from a well-qualified tutor.

Originally posted 2007, updated 2017 for mobile devices.

Author's Note: I had a reader write to me and ask what about enemas I found arousing. I spent a fair amount of time figuring out how to answer that question. Finally I decided to put my response in the form of another story. The result is a bit more didactic than other stories in the collection, but what follows does address my thoughts on the topic.

Note: Please see the disclaimer, below.

Part I

I was sitting at my PC looking over orders from my website that I had to fill when the phone rang. A glance at caller ID told me it was my sister-in-law.

"I need some advice," came the voice on the other end of the line.

"How can I help?" I replied.

"It's Jess... She's had this ear infection. The doctor put her on antibiotics. I don't think they agree with her and now she's ... bound up."

"Do you mean constipated?" I asked.

"Yes. I spoke to the nurse ... we've tried milk of magnesia and now they're recommending we give her an enema."

"She's never had one?"

"No," she replied, "and I have no idea how to administer one."

"What specifically did they say?" I asked.

"They said we could one of the drugstore kind; or the old-fashioned variety if we had the equipment. I was looking at your website and I see you don't recommend the..."

"...the hypertonic saline squeeze-bottles? That's right, I don't."

"I was hoping you'd come over and give Jess a proper enema."

"I'll see you in a little while." I hung up the phone, stepped into my storeroom, took a hospital single-use plastic enema pouch off the shelf and dropped it into my briefcase. On my way out the door I grabbed a plush toy dragon I had bought for Jessica. Then I hopped into my car for the drive across town.

Lori had been my younger brother's high-school sweetheart. I call her my sister-in-law even though they did not enjoy benefit of clergy. Jack said they were "happily unmarried."

He had gotten her knocked-up their senior year and the following fall Jessica was born. That was eleven years ago ... nearly twelve. Jack made an effort at being a good provider, working in construction. A year ago a jobsite accident took him from us. Their happily unmarried status caused some complications when it came to sorting out Jack's estate, and I ended up pitching in to straighten things out.

I reached the house -- an older, tiny cottage on the other side of the tracks -- and rang the bell. Lori answered the door. "Thanks for coming over," she said.

"No problem..."

"And, thanks for doing this for her."

"I'm not doing it. You are."

"Me? I can barely find my own ass with both hands and a flashlight."

"I'll explain everything. You'll do fine. Where is she?"

"In her room."

I rapped on the door jamb and stepped into Jessica's room. She was lying on her bed in a flannel nightshirt. I sat on the bed. "Hi, Jess," I said.

"Hi..."

"I hear you're not feeling well."

"Uh-uhn..."

Jessica was a slim eleven-year-old, going on twelve, and just starting to blossom. When I look in her face I see the shadow of Jack's, though Jess has her mother's brown hair and her big, brown eyes.

"You've been taking medicine for your ear infection. How's that working?"

"They don't hurt anymore."

"Now you're feeling poorly elswhere. Do you have an upset stomach?"

"I don't feel like I'm gonna throw up."

"But your tummy feels..."

"Crummy."

"Ahh ... crummy-tummy. Why didn't you say so?" Jessica glanced up at me and smiled. "You're a pretty girl when you smile, Jess... Your mom says you're having trouble going to the bathroom." She nodded. "How long has it been?"

"Three days... maybe four."

"She said she gave you milk-of-magnesia..."

"Yuck," she replied making a face.

"...and that didn't help. Your mom talked to the doctor's office. They said you should have an enema. Do you know what that is?"

"Uh-uhn," she replied shaking her head.

I sat on the bed. "An enema will make you go to the bathroom. Have you talked about the human body in your science class?" I asked.

"I've read about it."

"Have you read about the digestive system?"

She nodded.

"And, you do know what your large intestine does..."

"Yeah..."

"The medicine you're taking for your ear infection is causing your intestine to slow down; and it's getting plugged up. That's why you can't go, and that's why you're feeling poorly. Understand?"

She nodded again. I opened the box and held up the enema pouch. "What we're going to do is to put some water in this bag. Just plain water. This tube goes into your bottom and we'll gently fill your large intestine. The water will do three things... It'll soften what's in there so it's easier for you to pass it out. The distention will stimulate your intestine to make you want to go, and the amount of water will make it easier for you. That's all it is."

"Will it hurt?" she asked.

"You may experience some discomfort," I replied. "I'm being honest with you, Jess. You shouldn't experience any real pain. You may feel some cramping. That's usually caused by temporary tightness in your colon. We'll do two things to avoid cramps. We'll go really slow; and if you should start feeling crampy tell us right away and we'll stop the flow of water until the cramp subsides. Understand?"

"Yeah... Do I hafta?"

"Yes, Jess," her mother replied. "The doctor said..."

I held up my hand. "Jess, the decision is yours. If you decide not to... Well, your condition might resolve itself on its own. If not, then your mom either will have to find some stronger medicine to make you go; or, she might be obligated to take you to the emergency room. If you go there, it's a near certainty you'll get an enema whether you want it or not. On the other hand, if you let us give you the enema now, the worst that will happen is you'll experience a few minutes of discomfort; then the enema will make you go to the bathroom and you'll feel better ... lots better ... right away. Now, what will it be?"

Jessica bit her lip. "The enema," she replied glumly.

"Good choice." I patted her thigh through the fabric of her nightgown. "I'll go make ready," I said to Lori. "Do you have any Vaseline?"

She approached me in the bathroom as I ran water to warm it up. "Here," she said and handed me a tube.

"How much does she weigh?" I asked.

"About one-ten."

"She looks slimmer than that."

"She's tall for her age. Why did you ask?"

"If she's a hundred ten we'll go with a quart... An old hospital rule of thumb is one pint for every fifty pounds... Yes, I think Jessica will grow up to be willowy like her mom."

"Like her mom WAS, maybe."

"Utter nonsense, Lori. You are a very attractive woman." I adjusted the water. "Feel," I said to Lori and she put her hand into the stream. "That's about the right temperature."

"It feels awfully warm..."

I filled a water tumbler and handed it to her. "See if it feels too hot on your tongue."

She sipped from the glass. "I guess it's not too hot."

I handed her the pouch. "Fill it to the 1,000 mark. That's a litre, just over a quart."

"I know how much a litre is..." Lori filled the pouch.

"Run some water out of the tube to flush out the air..." I smeared the tip with Vaseline. "These things are pre- lubricated but it's a good idea to add some more... Grab a towel," I said and carried the pouch into Jess's bedroom. Lori spread the towel on the bed.

"Jess, slide down your undies and lie on the towel... Turn onto your left side and draw up your knees. Your mom's going to put this into your bottom..."

"Jess," her mother said, "pull up your gown a little..."

Jessica complied. "I'll hold the bag," I said and handed the tube to Lori. She spread Jessica's buttocks. "Gently," I coached, "use a rotating motion 'til you feel it slip past her sphincter; then push it into her rectum."

"How far?"

"About three inches..."

"There," Lori said. "Jess, you okay?"

Her daughter nodded. "Yeah..."

"Jess -- I'll explain what you'll feel," I said. "First the water will fill your rectum. The pressure will give you a sense like you need to go, or maybe pass some gas. You'll need to fight that urge, but you shouldn't find it too difficult to hold it back.

"In a little while your colon will relax and you'll feel the water flowing deeper into you. That should not be an unpleasant sensation. If your colon is tight, you might feel cramping as the water fills it. Tell me and we'll halt the flow to give your colon a chance to relax. Understand?"

"Uh-uh," she said and nodded.

"As the enema progresses you will start feeling a sense of fullness in your tummy. That is normal. It might make you uncomfortable, but you shouldn't experience any strong or sharp pain. Tell us right away if you do. Do you understand all this?"

"Yes..."

"Then, here we go..." I handed the bag to Lori. "Hold it about this high and release the clamp. Hold onto the tube so you can pinch it off if you need to."

Lori released the clamp and held the pouch fairly low for a gentle flow. "Can you feel it flowing in, Jess?" I asked.

"Yes..."

"Fight an urge to push it out..."

"Cramp," she said.

"Lori, pinch off the tube. Take deep breaths, Jessica," I coached. "Tell me when the cramp passes." I turned to her mom. "Give her little short squirts ... just like that."

"It's better now," Jessica reported.

"Let it flow again," I instructed. Lori let go of the tube. "Jess, keep taking slow, deep breaths..."

"'Nother cramp," Jessica said.

Lori pinched the tube again. I nodded in approval. "That's it. Don't be in any hurry. Once the water gets past her lower colon it should go more smoothly.

"It's gone," Jessica said. "wasn't as bad..."

I watched the water level in the bag. Once it was down about a quarter I instructed Lori to close the clamp. "Okay, jess," I said, "I want you to roll onto your back. You'll take the rest of the enema like that. Lori, make sure the tip doesn't slip out." Jessica rolled onto her back. "Okay, Jess -- get comfortable." She stretched her legs. "Ready?"

"I guess..."

I nodded to Lori and she slid back the clamp.

"If she's not complaining of cramps you can raise the bag a bit to speed up the process," I said to her mom. "If you keep it under a couple of feet above her, the pressure won't be enough to injure her."

"I thought we were going slow," Lori replied.

"It shouldn't take all day, either. The volume will start stimulating motility in her colon. We don't want to be fighting that, too. It takes some experience to get it just right." I addressed her daughter. "How are you doing, Jess?"

"Okay..."

"Any cramping?"

"Little ones but they go 'way."

"You know," I said, "having an enema is a way to explore your colon a bit. If you pay attention, I'll bet you can feel the water tracing its shape."

Jessica looked down at her abdomen. She touched her right side. "I feel it here, now."

"You're doing real good, Jess -- almost done," I said as the water level dropped. "Are you starting to feel full?"

"Yeah ... a little..."

"Lori, close the clamp... Jess, for the last bit of water I want you to take it on your right side. Roll over again..."

She rolled onto her side. "Something gurgled inside," she said.

"You have some gas in your intestine -- nearly everyone does." I nodded toward her mom and Lori slid open the clamp. "Hang in there -- just a little more..."

The pouch emptied. "Okay, Jess -- you're done," I said.

"Shall I?" Lori started to ask, reaching for the clamp.

"Wait a sec... Jess, can you see the tube?"

Jessica looked over her shoulder. "Yeah..."

"The water level is the pressure in your colon. Watch -- it goes up and down with your breathing."

A smile crossed her face. She drew in a deep breath and the water in the tube rose a few inches. She let it out and the level fell. "Cool..."

The water in the tube began to spike upward. "Her colon is contracting," I said. "Clamp it and pull it out. Jess -- hold it back."

Lori closed the clamp and removed the tube from Jessica's bottom. I approached Jessica, bent over her and gently probed her abdomen through the fabric of her nightgown. "Feel here," I said to Lori. "Can you feel the heaviness in her belly?

"Yes..."

"You're a full girl, Jessica. Are you uncomfortable?"

"A little..."

"Does it hurt?"

She shook her head. "Just too full..."

"Stay on your right side. I want you to hold the water for a little while -- to soften what's in there."

"I gotta go," Jessica said.

"Keep holding it," I replied. "The longer you hold it the better it works."

"I gotta go bad," she whimpered. "I can't hold it."

"Lori -- squeeze her cheeks together to help her."

Lori reached under Jessica's nightgown. "Does this help?" she asked.

"Yeah..."

"Is the urge passing?" I asked.

"Yeah ... Oh! I gotta go again!"

"Keep helping her, Lori. Jess -- does it feel like it's coming in waves?"

"Yeah..." Jessica grunted.

"That's good ... the enema's working -- it's stimulating your colon."

"Better now..."

"Hold it through one more like that," I said, "then you can go sit on the toilet. Okay?"

"'Kay... Cramp..." Jessica bit her lip, winced and grimaced.

"Help her, Lori ... Jess -- keep holding it. You're doing great." A gurgle came from Jessica's abdomen.

"Jess -- once this one passes you can go to the bathroom."

"Okay," Jessica said and swung her feet to the floor. She waddled toward the door.

"Hurry, before another one comes along." She trotted down the hallway.

"Thanks for the lesson," Lori said. "I hadn't a clue."

"We'll see how she does," I replied.

"When I heard the word enema, my first thought was those things in the drugstore. Then I remembered your site. I'm glad I did. This didn't look like any big deal at all."

"You can add it to your arsenal of home remedies ... like a band-aid for a cut or an aspirin for a headache."

Jessica strolled back into her bedroom. "Feeling better?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Did a lot come out?"

"Yeah," she replied with a slight chortle. "A lot..."

"You get into bed and take it easy. You might have to get up to go during the night." I reached into my case and withdrew the plush toy. "Here's something for being such a brave and cooperative patient." Jessica's face lit up. "I know you like dragons."

Part II

I followed Lori to her kitchen. "Jess should sleep well tonight," I remarked. "An enema at bedtime is relaxing."

"I hope so," she replied. "Care for a nightcap?" She took a jug of wine from the refrigerator.

"A short one." She poured and I sipped. "How are you doing?" I asked.

"Surviving... Jess misses her dad..."

"How much longer will she be on the antibiotic?" I asked.

"Another week."

"So she may need a repeat treatment. Think you can handle it solo?"

She shook her head. "I dunno."

"Full instructions -- chapter and verse are on my website."

"I saw them there. I knew you had this side business but I had no idea how extensive it is..."

"How did you learn about it?"

Lori gave me a sheepish look. "Jack used to giggle over your website."

"It doesn't surprise me. He thought it was a pretty strange hobby."

"I told him I didn't think it was right to snicker... I hope you're not angry."

"It doesn't make much sense to be angry with him now, does it?

"I suppose not... When the doctor recommended an enema for Jess... I looked and found your site among the bookmarks. I started reading through it, and was dumbfounded at all the stuff you sell ... all the information you provide. Are those testimonials real?"

"Of course they are. I have the original letters and emails."

"How did you get into this?"

"Well... My mother used to give us enemas. She thought it was the cure for everything from an upset stomach to a fever. Jack had them, too."

"He never mentioned it."

"He didn't get into it like I did. I think my mother gave me my last enema when I was eight or nine. Jack was happy to be done with them. Then, as an adolescent I started doing them by myself. A lot of people out there use them for health and pleasure."

"Pleasure?" she asked.

"You feel great after a good enema. Like I said, Jess probably will sleep well."

"Does your site keep you busy?" she asked.

"It keeps me off the street ... and gives me a little pocket change."

"How you handled Jess! I was in awe... I was sure we'd have a struggle from her."

"You should never, ever force an enema on anyone. If she did struggle, she could've been injured. The tissues are pretty delicate down there. By getting her to buy into the procedure we secured her cooperation. Now, she knows what to expect. She knows it's not an awful experience. I'll bet you'll have no trouble administering another one if she should need it."

"I'm still amazed. You have such patience... " She drained her glass and poured another. "Jack was like that with her. He could be tough but he could also be tender and gentle. I'm neither, I'm afraid."

"That's nonsense, Lori. You're doing a great job. Jess is a terrific kid and she loves her mom."

"Thanks."

"I remember the night she was born ... agonizing whether to keep her or give her up. I'm really glad you kept her."

"So am I -- though she made me grow up faster than I was ready for. Now she's all we have left of Jack."

"I was thinking the same thing," I replied.

Lori sipped her wine. "I see from your website you don't care for the drugstore kind."

"The squeeze-bottles? I don't recommend them. There's some toxicity associated with them that no one needs, especially since sufficient plain water will do the job more gently ... a much more natural mechanism. That's my opinion, anyway."

"I remember something else from your website. You said no one should administer an enema to another unless they have received a few themselves."

"I believe that," I replied. "If you know what the other is experiencing, you can better empathize with them. You're in tune with what she's feeling and can recognize signs of distress."

She drained her glass again and looked into my eyes. "Then I'd like it if you'd give me an enema."

I nearly blew wine out my nose. "What?"

"If I know what she's going through, I can do a better job."

"Are you serious?"

"Of course I am. I've always been open to new experiences. After reading the material on your site, I'm curious to try it. Let's go upstairs. We have the equipment..."

I shook my head. "It's not a good idea to share enema gear, even among family members. The one I brought is for Jessica. It's intended to be single-use, but with some care it'll last a long time. If I had known I'd have brought another." I looked at my watch. "I suppose I could drive cross town..."

"It's getting late," she said. "How about tomorrow? You could come for dinner. I'll make lasagne."

"You know I love your lasagne, Lori."

"Then, after Jess is in bed we can..."

I nodded. "It's a date. I'll see you tomorrow."

I rang the bell and Jessica answered the door. She was wearing cut-off jeans and a tee, and I couldn't help notice her long legs were looking less spindly than I remembered. "Hi, Jess," I said. "Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah ... I went to school today." She gestured at a stack of books and papers on a table in the living room. "That's work I have to make up."

"You'd better get started on it," I replied.

"It isn't due 'til Monday."

"That doesn't mean you wait 'til Sunday night to start it."

"I know..." She glimpsed the case I was carrying. "Are you here to help Mom give me another enema?"

"No, Jess ... unless you want one."

She smiled and shook her head. "Mom," she yelled, "Unca-D is here!"

Lori stood in the doorway to her kitchen. "Lasagne will be out in a bit. Come sit ... Jess, do some homework before dinner."

"Aw, Mom..."

"Do some reading then."

Jessica began sifting through the pile of material. I sat at Lori's kitchen table.

"Would you like a beer?" she asked.

"Sure..." She handed me one from her refrigerator and sat across from me. "Are you having second thoughts?" I asked. "Getting cold feet?"

She shook her head. "No, but I am as nervous as I was on Prom night..." She reached across the table and took my hand. "I want to thank you for being here for Jess ... for us ... the past year."

"It's the least I could do."

"I've always been fond of you," she continued, "admired you. When I was in high school I thought being a jock was important. Now I understand there's more to a man than upper body strength..." She put her hand to her forehead. "I don't know why I said that... I wasn't casting any aspersions..." She shook her head. "I don't want you thinking I was unhappy with Jack... I wasn't..." Her eyes misted. "Oh, God... It's all coming out wrong..."

"I think I know what you're trying to say."

"You've been a rock ... a pillar ... the only one in Jack's family who approved of me."

"Lori, it's okay... I knew how good you were for Jack. You're a sister to me and I'm head-over-heels for Jessica. I'll do anything to help."

"Thanks..." She wiped her eyes and glanced out the kitchen doorway. "You know ... Jess had a hundred and one questions about enemas this morning. I told her she'd have to ask her Unca-D about them tonight, so be prepared."

"If she's not too shy," I replied.

"You know she's not shy -- not around you."

The oven timer buzzed. Lori took the lasagne out and called to Jess.

After dinner I sat at her table nursing a glass of wine as she washed dishes. "So, how's your love life?" she asked me.

"Miserable. Yours?"

"Same."

"Why not use the dishwasher?" I asked.

"It's broken."

"Get it serviced."

She let out an exasperated sigh. "Just the truck fee is seventy-five dollars and I'm sure the parts will be over a hundred. I can't afford that."

"I'll take a look at it, then. Do you have a screwdriver?"

"Second drawer."

I lay on my stomach on her kitchen floor and poked at the machinery. "I do believe the water valve is jammed shut. Better that than jammed open, believe me." I hoisted myself to a sitting position. "I'll take down the model number and see if I can order a new valve. It should be in middle of next week."

"You don't have to do that."

"I want to."

"I'm almost done here," she said.

"I'll go see if Jess needs help with her homework." I headed into the living room.

Jessica approached me carrying a thick book. I remembered when she acquired it. Her school library was selling discards and I bought it for her for a buck.

It was a science textbook about three grades ahead of where she was now. I knew she had read it all. She sat beside me and opened it to a chapter on the human body and turned pages until she found an illustration of the digestive system.

"Yes, that's the colon," I said as she pointed. "It takes what comes out of the small intestine, removes the water and stores it 'til you can eliminate it. The antibiotic you're taking for your ear infection slowed down the muscles, so the material was moving too slowly. Too much water got taken out and a hard mass formed here." I pointed to the sigmoid colon on the diagram.

"How far in did the enema go?" she asked.

I pointed to the cecum on the diagram. "To here. The object was to fill your colon from end to end."

Jessica lifted her tee and probed her abdomen, tracing the shape of her colon. "Could it go in further?" she asked.

"There's a valve that keeps material from backflowing into the small intestine. If you had a very large enema some might be forced higher."

"How much was it?"

"How much water? A quart. It was enough to fill your colon but not enough to be too uncomfortable. The enema didn't hurt at all, did it?"

"Except for the cramps at the beginning, no."

"It didn't make you feel too full, either ... did it?"

"No... It was hard to hold it, 'cuz it made me wanna go so bad..."

"It probably felt good, pushing it out."

"Yeah..."

"And afterward, you felt better, didn't you?"

"A bunch better..."

I pointed to the illustration. "Here's the stomach and the diaphragm... See how close they are to your colon? That's why sometimes if you have an upset stomach it's really your colon that's the cause. Before your enema you felt poorly in your stomach, didn't you?"

"Yeah... One time I wanted to see how much water my stomach would hold, so I drank until I couldn't hold any more. Then I felt really too full ... my tummy was bulging out..." She lifted her shirt again and pressed her hand under her left ribcage. "...here."

"How much water?" I asked.

"Ten glasses I think."

"If those were six-ounce glasses, then you must've drunk nearly two quarts."

"I read a human stomach can hold five pints."

"That's an adult's stomach, Jess."

"Then I barfed."

"I'll bet you did a lot of peeing even after you threw up."

She gave me a sheepish smile. "Yeah... Watch this..." Jessica began gulping mouthsfull of air. She lifted her tee and turned sideways so I could appreciate the bulge forming under her ribcage. "Feel..."

I pressed my hand against her belly. "Wow..." She thumped her stomach. "You sound like a ripe melon."

She rolled her eyes back, opened her mouth and released a long belch.

"Jessica!" her mother exclaimed.

Jess put her fingers to her lips. "'Scuse me..."

"Jessica, that was gross!"

"Oh, it's okay, Lori -- I did the same sort of thing at her age. Didn't you?"

"Are you kidding?"

"Why do I have to keep taking the antibiotic if I'm feeling okay now?" Jessica asked.

"Because the doctor wants to be sure all the germs are dead," I replied. "Otherwise, the infection might start up again."

"So I might need another enema."

"We should cross that bridge when we get to it."

"If I need one will you help give it to me?"

"That's your mother's bailiwick, now, Jess. I came last night to show your mom how to do it. Now she knows and she'll be the one ... if you need one, that is."

"Oh..."

"Are you disappointed?" Lori asked.

"Yeah... Unca-D is gentle."

"Oh! I'm insulted," Lori protested. "I'm gentle, too."

"Not the same way. Unca-D is interesting! He knows what he's doing and we can talk about stuff..."

"Keep digging deeper, Jess," I said. I glanced at Lori and saw she was suppressing a giggle.

"If you think you need one," I said to Jessica, "don't be shy about talking to your mother about it. She's there for you and she knows how to take care of you."

"I know..."

"And, she loves you very much."

"I know..."

"You're interested in the human body, aren't you?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"I sell something on my website you might like. It's called the Visible Woman. It's a figure about this tall..." I held my hands about ten inches apart. "The skin is clear plastic. Inside's a skeleton and all the internal organs..."

Jess's eyes widened. "ALL of them?"

"All the important ones ... brain, heart, lungs, liver..."

"Stomach and intestines?" she asked.

"Of course. It comes both as a man and a woman. Since you're a girl, I figured you'd rather have the female version."

"Yeah."

"You can take it apart ... disscect it ... and see how all the organs fit together. Would you enjoy that?"

"I sure would!"

"Then, I'll bring one next time I come over. It's kit and it's a lot of work to assemble it... especially a lot of detailed painting. We could work on it together, evenings. Would you like that?"

"Yeah!"

"After you're caught up with your schoolwork, Jess," Lori admonished.

"Yeah, Mom..."

"Now, it's your bedtime."

"Aw, Mom..."

"Get your jammies on and you can give Unca-D a hug and kiss."

Jessica sprinted upstairs and returned in her flannel nightgown. "G'night," she said and trudged back up the stairs.

"She's quite a girl," I said. "She is so smart ... so curious. Maybe she'll want a career in health care."

"Maybe..."

"Jess's mind has an appetite. It's our responsibility to feed it. To think -- most girls her age are occupied with Barbie dolls. She will enjoy that visible woman model. It even comes with parts that show pregnancy."

"She's a little young for THAT, don't you think?" Lori replied.

"She's bound to see pregnant women. I think it'd be healthy for her to know what's going on inside. Maybe knowledge is dangerous, but ignorance is far worse."

"I suppose you're right about that. If my folks had done a better job teaching me about the birds and the bees -- things might've worked out differently for me."

"And, we might not have a girl like Jess in our lives. Everything happens for a reason, Lori." She approached me, took my hand and squeezed it. "What?"

"You always know the right thing to say." She glanced up the stairs. "I think Jess is settled. Shall we get started?"

"Let's figure out the logistics. It would be nice if you had a private bath."

"Tell me about it," she replied. "It was something Jack and I discussed often."

"I'm worried about running so much water disturbing Jessica, with her room being next door to the main bath."

"We could use the powder room down here," she suggested.

"I wouldn't want to set up shop down here. What if Jess got up in the middle of the night? Your bedroom is the best locale, since we can close the door. Do you have a large pitcher? I could lug water upstairs from the kitchen."

Lori found a large polyethylene jug and handed it to me. "Take my case," I said. "I'll be right up." I began running the water in the kitchen sink to bring it up to temperature. Then I filled the jug and carried it upstairs.

Her bedroom was small but neat. I set the jug onto her dresser. "Lori?" I called.

"I'm in here," a muffled voice came from the closet. "I'm changing into something more comfortable."

"Uhh... Lori, you don't..."

She stepped from the closet barefoot, in a white satin poet's nightshirt. It was long-sleeved with lace cuffs and collar, and an embroidered bodice. It was short -- its hem cut across the upper thirds of her thighs.

I regarded her up and down. Lori had been the most beautiful girl in high school, with a shape like a fashion model's and sweet, long legs. Now, a dozen years on, she had put on some weight. The few extra pounds looked good on her, though -- rounding her figure and softening it. Her legs weren't as slender as a dozen years ago, but they were just as long and just as sweet. And, she still looked young -- not like a woman pushing thirty. She complained frequently of being carded in liquor stores and restaurants.

"Do you like?" she asked.

"It's very pretty..."

"I wear this to bed when it starts getting cool in the fall."

"You look gorgeous in it, Lori." I picked up my case, set it on the bed and snapped it open. "You know, it's not too late to call this off."

"I'm going through with it." I removed a combo water bottle/fountain syringe from my case and showed it to her. "That's more elaborate than what you brought for Jess," she remarked.

"This'll give you years of service. I brought this because the converts are the most devout. I'm sure once you feel how good a cleaned-out colon feels you'll be hooked." I began assembling the device. "Besides -- my cost for one of these is only a few bucks..." I began pouring the contents of the jug into the bag.

"How much are you putting in that?" she asked.

"Two quarts."

"I thought you said a pint for every fifty pounds."

"That is an old hospital rule-of-thumb," I replied.

"I do not weigh two hundred pounds. I don't even weigh one-fifty."

"You're an adult, Lori. Most adults don't feel properly cleansed with less than two quarts. That's another reason I brought this kit. The one we used with Jess only holds a quart and a half. This one holds almost two and a half ... and there's a way to get more into it, if need be." I screwed on the adapter cap and pushed the hose onto the fitting; then I squirted some water through the hose to flush out the air.

Lori spread a towel on the bed. "How do you want me?"

"We'll do it just like we did Jessica's," I replied as I smeared Vaseline onto the nozzle. "Left side and draw up your knees."

She rolled onto her side and hugged her shins. I lifted the hem of her gown to expose her gorgeous round bottom. With my left hand I spread her. I touched the tip to her anus. She flinched and I could see it tighten. "Relax," I said and began a gentle rotation with it until it penetrated her and I felt it was past her sphincter. Then I pushed it all the way into her rectum. "It's in... Are you okay?"

"I guess... No discomfort."

"Straighten your legs a bit. If you can grab hold of the hilt with your cheeks you can keep it from slipping out." She stretched out. "Get comfortable."

She hugged a pillow. "Okay..."

"I'll tell you what I told Jess..."

"I remember," she interrupted.

"The water filling you shouldn't be an unpleasant sensation. You might experience some minor cramping caused by constrictions in your lower colon..."

"I remember," she interrupted again. "Don't worry -- I'll tell you if it hurts."

"Then, here we go..." I snapped open the clamp.

"I feel it," she said. "It's cool... now it feels warm."

"The warmth will also help relax your colon so it will fill easier."

She began taking slow, deep breaths. "Oh, my God ... what an odd sensation ... warmth radiating into my abdomen..."

"Is it a bad sensation?" I asked.

"Not at all ... feels good..."

The bag was lighter by a third so I snapped shut the clamp. "Now I want you to roll over and stretch out. It'll straighten your abdomen and make more room for the water. You can be on your stomach or your back. I think on your back is better, since it keeps weight off your belly. I'll mind the hose..."

She rolled onto her back and tugged the hem of her gown. "Okay," she said.

I opened the clamp and she resumed her deep, deliberate breathing.

"Any cramping?" I asked.

She shook her head. "No ... I can feel the water filling me. It's not unpleasant at all."

"Let's up the pressure a little..." I lifted the bag a bit. "As the enema progresses," I said, "you'll start feeling a sense of fullness."

"I'm starting to, now."

"You're about half done," I replied.

"I can feel the water penetrating deep into me." She pointed to her right side. "I think I feel it here, now. Oh, God, what a sensation..."

I pinched the bag -- a bit more than a pint remained, so I closed the clamp again. "Now, roll onto your right side," I coached. "Gravity will force the water deep into your cecum, and make room for more further down." She rolled over. "Feel your right side and see if you notice heaviness there."

She palpitated her abdomen. "Yeah..."

"That's your cecum." I opened the clamp. "If you start feeling so full you think you're going to pop, tell me."

"Oh, God... so full... Is this what Jess was feeling?"

"We didn't fill her quite as full, but basically, yes." The bag emptied. "You're done." I pulled the nozzle from her. "Lie there 'til the enema gives you a strong urge to go."

She pressed her hand against her belly. "I think my stomach is bulging..."

"That's normal," I replied. "When you go to expel -- don't be in a hurry, and don't force anything. Wait for it to come out on its own. Also, bending over and hugging your shins while you're sitting on the loo; and stretching and twisting your torso -- lifting your arms over your head -- will help move the enema down from the upper reaches of your colon."

"I think I'm gonna go downstairs, now."

I followed her down and sat on her sofa for about twenty minutes. She emerged from the powder room. "How'd you make out?" I asked.

"Pretty good at first; but I don't think it all came out."

"Walk around a little bit," I suggested. "That usually gets things moving."

Lori began to pace the living room. "I noticed on your site a page titled The Sexy Side to Enemas. And, I thought I saw a conspicuous bulge in your pants while we were upstairs."

"I was hoping you wouldn't notice. This is a very sexy thing to do, Lori."

"Are you telling me you got aroused from Jess's enema?"

"No," I replied.

"You're sure?"

"Of course. Jessica is a little girl and I don't find little girls arousing. Besides, as her uncle it would violate a trust."

"Just now didn't violate a trust?" she asked.

"You're a very attractive woman, Lori; with a very pretty bottom."

"What about an enema do you find arousing?" she asked.

"Well... That's complicated. I don't think you can deny a sexual dimension to them. From a man's viewpoint it's about as close as he can experience the female aspect of sex ... being penetrated ... being filled. I am intimately familiar with the sensations. Thinking about doing it -- and, doing it to another, I find arousing. Since I'm straight, the notion of administering an enema to a woman is exciting. I can't deny it; neither can I explain it."

"What about administering to a man?" she asked.

"I find that notion off-putting. Truth is, I don't get called upon to administer very many enemas to anyone ... though I do take them myself fairly regularly."

"Do you find that arousing?"

"When I was an adolescent I found taking an enema to be powerfully arousing. Now that I'm older, only in a subtle and vague sort of way. The notion of giving one, much more so."

"Then, why do you take them?"

"I like how I feel afterward." She continued her pacing. "Is it starting to move down?"

"Nothing yet..."

"Maybe you got rid of more than you imagine."

"No..." She pressed her hand to her right side. "I can feel the fullness ... a squishy, sloshy sensation inside."

"The best way to convince a stubborn enema to come down is to get deeply absorbed in some other activity ... away from a convenient bathroom."

She chortled. "I can certainly see THAT happening." Lori resumed her pacing. "So, when was the last time you administered one?"

"I generally shy away from it."

"Why?"

"Liability issues. In the unlikely event something went wrong, I could be accused of performing a medical procedure without a license. The last enemas I gave were to a girl I was dating. She was into anal sex, and I insisted that she take an enema beforehand -- to be nice and clean back there. She discovered it enhanced the experience for her ... for me, also."

"Which of your girlfriends would be into that?" Lori asked.

"I'm not the sort that kisses and tells."

"Let me guess... Martha?"

"Hell, no. She wouldn't let me near that part of her with a ten foot pole."

"Which one then? Give me a hint."

"The one you'd least expect."

Lori gazed at the ceiling. "Allison?"

"I didn't tell you -- you guessed."

She laughed. "Shy, mousy, librarian Allison? The one with glasses and a figure like a 12-year old boy?"

"She was a tigress in bed," I replied. "I really thought she was the one. We had shared interests ... shared kinks... I was devastated when she left me."

"Why did she?"

"I don't want to say."

"You can't string me along and not tell me."

"She was jealous ... of you, Lori."

"ME?"

"It all came apart about the time I was helping straighten out Jack's estate. I broke one too many dates to attend meetings with lawyers and accountants. She said she knew when her competition was too strong. She insisted I choose between her and you ... and Jess. Blood is thicker than water."

"Oh, God... I'm so sorry."

"In hindsight I realize it was for the best."

She continued her pacing. "Kinky Allison ... it's funny, though... I wonder why you got into this and Jack didn't."

"Jack and I had different personalities."

"That's for sure."

"Maybe I'm more anally-erotic than Jack was. The nerves down there are in close proximity to the ones that service the genitals. Maybe there's a crossover; more in some folks than others. Or, maybe there's a psychological explanation. I did receive enemas from my mother, after all. I do think there's a sexual element between mothers and sons."

"Now I wonder if I have to worry about Jess. Part of me thinks her questions about enemas tonight were veiled requests for more."

"Well -- I'm handing the baton to you in that department. After tonight you should be fully qualified to administer to her. Besides -- let's say she does get into the scene. There are a lot worse things for her to be doing."

"Agreed." She shook her head. "It's not working. What happens if I can't get rid of it?"

"Your colon is built to absorb water. Worst case you'll be getting up in the night to pee. I do know a sure-fire cure ... almost sure-fire that is."

"Which is?"

"Another enema."

"More water?"

"Yes -- cool water. Warm water is relaxing to the colon; cool water stimulates it. Are you game?"

"Why not?"

I sprinted to her bedroom to retrieve the jug. Lori stood looking over my shoulder as I filled it from the kitchen sink. Together we mounted the stairs to her bedroom and I closed the door behind us.

I refilled the bag and replaced the enema nozzle with the douche tip. "We're going to use this," I said, holding up the hose. "It really is a better nozzle for enemas." I slathered it with Vaseline. "Men like the douche tip."

"Why's that?"

"'Cuz of the further reach ... and the side jets. If you get it in the right spot the water can massage the prostrate. It's a wonderful feeling ... though one as a woman you're unable to experience."

Lori reclined on her bed and rolled to her side. "No -- on your back this time. Your lower colon should be relaxed from the first one. You should be able to take this one easily." She rolled over. "Lift your legs..."

She complied and I worked the nozzle into her rectum. "You okay?" I asked.

"I guess... It does feel bigger but not uncomfortable."

"You'll be able to hang onto that easier. Ready?"

"Ready," she replied. I snapped open the clamp and held up the bag. "I feel it... It is cool." Her eyes grew wide. "Oh, my God... I can really feel it moving up inside me."

"Your nerves can triangulate cold better than warmth. It's a more distinct sensation."

"I'll say..."

"Cold can be a bit more crampy, so if you want to stop and rest..."

"I'm okay," she replied. "It does feel different... Not quite unpleasant."

"Straddling the line between pleasure and pain? Actually, the water's not that cold. It's only a few degrees below body temperature, but enough to feel it. I like them that way myself. It's a good thing this happened. Now if you're administering to Jess and if she complains it didn't all come out..."

"I'll know what to do next."

"The colon can be a finicky organ," I replied, "with a mind of its own. Sometimes it'll simply refuse to accept more than a pint or so."

"What do you do then?"

"Nothing to do but expel what's there, rest fifteen minutes and try again. I was a little afraid we'd have that problem with Jess, especially if she was seriously bound up."

"She had a really easy time," Lori noted.

"Yeah ... we got lucky."

"I am starting to feel full," she said.

I regarded the bag. "We're down a little more than a quart. Must be you did have a goodly amount of the first one still in you."

"Really full, now..."

I closed the clamp. "Roll onto your right side and rest a moment."

She rolled over. "That helps ... a bit."

"Looks like about a pint to go..." I opened the clamp and held the bag low. "Relax your abdomen a little more with each exhale. Make room for the water... Almost done."

"Oh, God... Better stop," she said.

"You're done," I replied.

She smoothed her hand along her belly. "My stomach is so big ... feels like I have a football in there."

"Roll onto your back for a minute..." I took her hand and led it to her abdomen. "You can trace your whole colon." I guided her fingers to her lower left abdomen. "Here's your sigmoid ... up and across ... down to your cecum."

"Wow..." She ran her hands along her belly.

"One other thing about a cool enema... You'll feel the temperature of the water change as you expel -- you'll know when you're getting rid of the first enema."

"If you say so..." She swung her feet to the floor and stood, caressing her abdomen. "Feel..." I felt her belly, noticeably distended from her navel to her mons. "If you'll excuse me..." I heard her sprint down the stairs and the powder room door slammed.

I waited for her downstairs. She emerged from the powder room. "Well?" I asked.

"It came out in torrents ... torrents ... surges of water... I could feel the pressure releasing ... my stomach shrinking. It felt so good."

"Expelling an enema is half the fun."

Part III

Lori came in and closed the door behind her. "I blew the water out of the hose," I said, "and I hung the bag in your closet. It should dry thoroughly before putting it away."

She approached me, put her arms around me and kissed my lips. "Thank you. Thanks for everything."

"It's my pleasure, Lori." She kissed me again, this time a deep and passionate one. "Lori -- this isn't right."

"I love you," she replied.

"I love you, too. You're like a sister to me."

"But I'm not your sister. Don't your feelings run deeper? Mine do."

"But Lori -- you and Jack..."

"It's been over a year. Life must go on. I love you and I want you in my life. Jess loves you and she needs a man in her life. You said blood is thicker than water. Let's keep it in the family."

"This is so fast ... so sudden."

"Is there something about me you don't like? Something you find ... repulsive?"

"Of course not, Lori."

"You said giving me the enema turned you on. Well -- having the enema turned me on. I didn't realize it 'til the second one. Feeling the water ... penetrating deep into me ... seeing you standing, holding the bag... I could actually see my stomach getting bigger. Then when I could feel my ... anatomy. It made me so horny."

I sat on the bed, held her on my lap and ran my hand along her thigh. She unbuttoned a couple buttons on my shirt, slipped her hand inside and began caressing my chest. Her fingertips stroked my nipple and I could feel myself stiffening.

I kissed her again, this time our tongues touching. She opened her mouth and extended hers and I sucked on it. Then, I ran the back of my fingers down the bodice of her gown.

"It's okay," she said. "I'm wanting it..." I felt her nipple firming under the smooth satin of her nightshirt. She unbuttoned her gown. "On my skin..."

I pulled open her gown and gazed at her ample breasts and her jar-lid sized pinkish-brown areolas. Then I began rolling her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. "Gosh, Lori -- you have beautiful breasts..."

Her breasts were firm and well-proportioned. I explored them. "You have a blue vein that goes across your areola," I said, tracing it with my fingertip.

"I hate that," she replied.

"I don't. It's one of those secret things lovers discover about each other..."

Lori leaned back and onto the bed. I lay beside her, tonguing her breasts and squeezing her nipples. Her lips parted and her breathing grew heavy.

"Lori," I said, "are you on the pill?" She shook her head. "I don't have any condoms on me."

"Nightstand drawer," she panted.

I stood, opened the drawer and removed a foil packet. Then I stripped to my briefs and lay beside her again. We kissed and she caressed my face. I put my knee between her thighs and she clamped it between them.

I put my hand on her thigh and worked it up under the hem of her gown until I reached her pubic patch. With my knuckles I stroked labia. My finger slipped into her slit -- she was very damp down there. I lubricated my finger with her juices, worked upward and encountered her firmly erect clitoral shaft. I began stroking her.

"Wow," I said, "you are firm down here."

"I told you I was aroused," she panted, "...more than I can ever remember... Down a little... Right there ... just like that ... keep holding me..."

I gazed into her deep brown eyes. Her eyelids drooped and her breathing became panting. "Oh, God this feels good ... just a little more, now ... don't change it..." I continued looking into her eyes. She bit her lip and I could see the concentration on her face. Her thighs began to tremble; then, suddenly her body went limp. I continued stroking, now as hard and as fast as I could, and I could feel her breath on my face as she panted.

She let out a guttural groan; then drew in a deep breath and moaned. Her back arched and her abdomen jerked. I kept stroking. Lori moaned again, stifled a shriek and bit her knuckle. She squeezed my knee between her thighs. "Stop," she panted. "Oh, God, stop ... it's too much!" Her cheeks were flushed and her forehead glistened.

I helped her sit, cross-legged on her bed. She threw her arms around my neck and covered my face with kisses. Then I grasped the hem of her nightshirt and lifted it from her. She picked up the foil packet and ripped it open; meanwhile I stripped off my now soggy briefs.

She unrolled the condom onto my very firm erection. "How do you want me?" she asked.

I lay on my back. "On top."

She climbed atop me as I guided my member into her. We locked legs and the two of us began rocking our hips.

I held her across her shoulder blades with my left arm and the small of her back with my right. Then, I explored her smooth buttocks with my hand, my fingers running between them. I lingered on her anus, then went down further until I encountered wetness. My finger was now coated with her slippery juices, and when I ran it back up between her cheeks it slipped easily into her rectum.

I pushed it in up to the second knuckle. She was like warm, wet velvet in there. I felt her sphincter tighten. Then came the guttural groan again and Lori doubled the force of her thrusting. About the same time my own climax was upon me. I held on tight with my left arm and my legs and pushed into her as deeply as I could.

She collapsed onto me, panting.

"Did you have another?" I asked.

"I don't know... I might've."

"Gosh, Lori -- I'm sorry. If I could've lasted a little longer maybe..."

"No complaints," she replied. "None at all. You gave me the best O I've had in a long time."

"Let me snag the condom," I said and reached around her bottom to hook a finger under its collar. "Got it..."

She lifted off me. I grabbed the towel she had spread for her enemas and used it to clean us both off. Then I lay on my back holding her under my left arm.

"We can stay here like this for a while," I said, "but then I'd better go."

"Must you?"

"What about Jess? She's bound to wonder why I'm still here in the morning."

"It is none of Jessica's business why you're still here in the morning. If I know her, she'll be delighted. She loves you very much, and she needs you her life. I've been wanting this -- wanting this for months. I've been falling in love with you ever since ... ever since you helped me with the deed to the house."

"And I've always loved you, Lori. All right... We'll feel our way through this. It's going to feel odd at first, though."

"Mmm... This feels really good... I'll say one thing. I feel doubly-relaxed, now."

"From the enema and the orgasm?"

"Yeah... Right now, I truly have no cares. I will sleep well tonight."

"Sometime you should try them together."

"Together? What do you mean?"

"I mean integrating an enema into sex."

"How would one do that?" she asked.

"Use your imagination... For example, picture this... A nice, large-volume, warm enema slowly filling you during foreplay... Then, the volume and pressure in your belly amplifying the sensations as your partner performs oral sex on you... Can you picture it?"

She pressed her mons against my thigh and rocked her hips. "Yes, I think I can."

"And then followed by vigorous mutual humping... The advantage is, either partner can enjoy it."

"Both could enjoy it," she suggested.

"Mmm... I think that would make having his and hers bathrooms almost a necessity."

"I suppose you're right. Imagine having an urgent need to get rid of a monster enema..."

"While your partner is occupying the facilities expelling a similarly giant one. Exactly. Enemas a deux becomes quite a luxury."

"I want to try something like that," she said.

"We will, sometime."

"Not sometime. Now."

"Now?" I asked. I thought you were perfectly relaxed and ready for sleep."

"Not any more. Thinking about what you described is making me unbearably horny."

"Hmmm..." I looked around the room. "We'll need some way to hang the bag. You wouldn't happen to have a hospital I.V. stand, would you?"

"Sorry, no."

"Let me think... What about that coat tree by the front door? I can bring that up."

"Okay..."

"I'll go fetch it and some water."

"I could slip into something. What should I wear?"

"What you are wearing. Enemas are best enjoyed in the nude." I swung my feet to the floor and grabbed my jeans.

"Jack's robe is in the closet," she said, "if you don't mind..."

"If you don't mind."

"Go ahead."

I took the robe from the closet and slipped it on. Then I carried the pitcher to the kitchen and filled it with very warm water. On my way upstairs I made a detour to the foyer and grabbed the heavy coat-tree standing by the door.

Lori watched as I filled the bag, screwed on the cap and affixed the hose and nozzle. From the closet I took a coat hanger and slipped it through the loop on the end of the bag. I hung the hanger on one of the lower pegs of the coat-tree and positioned it near the bed.

"There," I said.

"That looks rather high," Lori replied.

"Not if you take the enema on your hands and knees."

"Hands and knees?"

"On the mattress, of course." I began slathering the douche tip with Vaseline.

"Just a minute," she said and turned the privacy bolt on the bedroom door. "Jess would be mortified if she wandered in here."

"Better safe than sorry," I replied.

Lori knelt on the mattress and then lowered her shoulders. I squeezed a big blob of Vaseline onto my finger. With my left hand I spread her buttocks and regarded the triangle of pigmented skin that surrounded her pinkish-brown anus. I smeared the blob onto the spot and worked my finger into her hole.

Then, I took the nozzle, slipped it past her sphincter and teased her with some in-and-out action before pushing it all the way into her rectum.

"Okay," I said as I wiped my finger on a tissue. "Lift up a bit."

"Lift up?"

"So I can slide under you."

Realization washed over her, along with a smile. "I think I get your angle..."

I lay on my back, with Lori on her hands and knees over me. I lifted my knee so she could grab it with her thighs. Then I grabbed the hose, fingered the clamp and stopped it down to a gentle trickle.

"Feel it?" I asked.

"Yes... it's warm."

"Too warm?"

"Oh, no... It feels really good."

I propped a pillow under my shoulders so I could tongue her nipples as she dangled her breasts over my face. With both hands I caressed her breast, stroking it from her chest to the areola while tonguing her nipple.

"Oh, God! This is indescribable," she gasped. She lowered her hips so my thigh was pressed against her mons and rocked her pelvis.

I continued worshiping her breasts, switching from one side to the other. I reached around to caress her buttocks and the backs of her thighs. Her breathing became panting, which became gasping.

I glanced at the coat tree. "Bag's empty," I said and ran both palms along her belly. I could feel distention in her belly, and warmth from the water radiating through her abdominal wall. "How are you feeling?"

"Full but not too... The warmth and the volume are just right."

"Roll onto your right side and rest for a moment. I'll take the nozzle..."

She lay beside me. I lay so her back was to my chest, reached around and caressed her breast. She ran her hand along her belly. "I've got a football inside me again," she said. I put my hand on hers. "I don't know how many times I almost came ... the fullness and the warmth..."

"I had my very first orgasm with an enema," I told her. "I must've been thirteen or fourteen. I was using a douche tip and I had made a very hot enema ... hotter than I'd ever made before. Too hot, it was... I told you when I was a teen, giving myself enemas aroused me. I was strongly aroused ... lying on the bathroom floor... I slid in the nozzle and opened the clamp. I must've got the placement just right, because the hot water was spraying against my prostrate. In no time I had a powerful and very messy climax. At first, I wasn't exactly sure what was happening to me ... but I figured it out. I've never been able to duplicate that experience ... try as I have."

She squeezed my hand. I kissed her shoulder and nuzzled her neck. Her belly and thighs jerked.

"I am really aroused now," she replied.

"Ready for the second act, or do you want to expel first?"

"Second act," she replied.

I coaxed her onto her back and covered her belly with kisses, working down from her breasts to below her navel. Then I kissed her along the outsides of her legs to her knees and back up between her thighs.

She rolled her legs apart for me and I buried my face in between her labia. "Are you okay holding it?" I asked.

"I think so... I hope so..."

"Let me help you." I ran my thumb between her buttocks. Her bottom was still thoroughly greased with Vaseline, so my thumb slipped easily into her rectum. I pushed it all the way in and chuckled.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Your rectum is inflated with water -- I can't feel the sides. It feels like a balloon."

"I feel like a balloon."

I kissed her labia and began tonguing her firm clit. Lori probed her distended abdomen with her fingers. Her gaze caught mine as I looked up past her mons, and she smiled.

I slipped my free hand under her thigh and cupped it over her left breast. With a steady cadence I tongued her. She continued touching her belly and tracing the outline of her colon. I could feel her heartbeats, growing stronger and faster, through the flesh of her breast.

She reached a pre-orgasmic plateau in no time. I ramped up the pressure on her clit and began pinching and rolling her nipple in synch with my tongue. Lori's eyelids drooped. She let her head fall, limply to one side and began panting through wide-open mouth. She lifted her left arm and then her right, crossing her forearms above her head; and she drew in deep breaths that expanded her ribcage and pressed her breast against my fingers.

Then, she lowered her arm and began fingering her right nipple. Each stroke of my tongue reverberated in her thigh muscles. Then came the guttural groan -- she grunted, gasped, yelped and bit the side of her hand to stifle her own cries.

I could feel her sphincter pulse around my thumb as wave after orgasmic wave washed over her. Finally, after what seemed forever but was probably only ten minutes or so she touched my cheek. I pulled back and she covered her mons with her hand.

I looked up at her. Her face was beet-red and two wet lines ran from the corners of her eyes down her temples. Gently withdrawing my thumb from her anus I moved up and kissed her lips. They were dry from mouth-breathing. "You okay?" I asked.

She nodded, still panting. "I have never ... ever ... felt anything like that," she said once she regained some breath.

"Do you want to take an intermission before act three?" I asked.

"I think I better go downstairs ... if it's okay..."

"Hey -- it's your colon," I replied. I slipped back into Jack's robe and grabbed hers from a hook on the back of the door.

We held hands as I helped her down the stairs to the powder room. "Stay with me," she said.

"You don't mind?"

"Not if you don't."

I closed door and sat on a low footstool Jessica used as a toddler to reach the sink. Lori lifted the robe, sat on the loo and bent over. I could hear a long gush of water hit the bowl.

"That was unbelievable," she said. "I could abstain for a year and not have an orgasm so powerful. And you ... you were amazing. You seemed to know exactly what I needed."

"Thank mousy little Allison for training me," I replied. "We would have kinky sex that could last for hours."

Lori continued to expel long gushes. "It feels like the last one," she said. "I can feel the pressure going down ... my colon relaxing and shrinking. Oh, God, it feels good ... and I like having you with me."

I sat, caressing her leg as she rid herself of the last of the enema. "I think I'm done," she said and reached for some tissue.

Hand-in-hand we ascended the stairs. She slipped out of her robe and I dropped the one I was wearing onto the floor. We embraced and kissed. I held her around her back and caressed her buttocks.

Then I grabbed another foil packet from her nightstand and handed it to her. She peeled it and unrolled the condom onto me. "How do you want me?" I asked.

"On top," she replied. "Slow and gentle..."

I eased her onto her back and slipped a pillow under her buttocks. She rolled apart her thighs. I knelt between them and guided my glans to her opening. Then, I began long, slow strokes as I gazed into her face.

She caressed my chest and stroked my nipples. "You like?" she asked.

"I like," I replied as I gazed onto her perfect breasts and watched her ribs move with her breathing.

"I like, too. I'm spent, but I want to feel you come."

I could feel my climax approach, so I began taking a bit more friction on the draw, but still gently pushing in. Then, unable to hold it off any longer, I reached around her, pressed my hips against hers and ejaculated. We kissed. "I love you, Lori," I said.

"Oh, I love you, too. First thing Monday I'm calling my gyno and saying I want to go back on the pill."

"Why did you stop?"

"After Jack died there didn't seem much point, and it was fifty bucks a month I could save."

I stroked a tear from her face. "Oh, Lori... Don't..."

Part IV

Morning light awoke me. Lori was still asleep, entwined around me. I kissed her cheek. "Good morning," I said.

"Mmm..."

"How'd you sleep?"

"Mmm... I don't think I've ever slept better."

"Lori, we need to figure out how to make this work. I'll spend as much time here as I can, but I do have a day job and I can't neglect my side business."

"Understood," she replied.

"Besides, I think we should take it slow. We can spend weekends together ... here, or at my place. There's a room Jessica can use." She nodded. "At least 'til Jess finishes school. Then maybe we'll be ready to take it up a notch. The two of you can move into my place."

"At least for the summer, that is."

"Jessica will be starting junior high in the fall. It'll mean a change of schools for her, anyway."

"That's true," Lori agreed. "It'll break up her circle of friends. It was going to happen, anyway."

"Then, if we decide we want to make it permanent... We can put this place on the market. You could use the extra income from not having to pay a mortgage."

"I wouldn't want to sell the house."

"Then we can rent it out. It doesn't make sense to have it sitting, empty."

"I suppose ... if we get to that stage."

"Lori -- if we get to that stage, I'll want us to set a date."

"A date? Are seriously talking about marriage?"

"If we get to that stage," I replied, "yes."

"God... I'm afraid of that kind of commitment. That's why Jack and I never..."

"I'm not thinking of you or me. I'm thinking of Jessica. Remember what a mess it was settling Jack's affairs?"

"How could I forget?"

"If anything should happen to me, I'd want my fortune ... such as it is ... to pass to you and Jess. And... If anything should happen to you ... I wouldn't want to lose her. Marriage is the best way to guarantee either of those outcomes."

"I suppose you're right."

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," I said. "It's a long road before we reach that point."

I heard water running. "Jess is up," Lori said. "She's taking her shower."

"I'll slip back home ... change my clothes and pack a bag."

"I'll have a talk with Jess," Lori replied.

"Good... Don't make any promises. Just tell her what we discussed." I kissed her lips. "See you in a bit."

I rang the bell and Jessica opened the door. I regarded her, in her shorts and tee. Her hair was still wet. She bit her lip and tears began to flow.

"Jess... Is something wrong?"

I opened my arms to her and she fell into them, sobbing. "Mom told me..."

"Slow down, Jess," I replied. "We're just going to see if we can make this work."

"Are you going to be my new daddy?" she asked, sniffling.

"I'll always be your Unca-D," I replied. She lay her face against my chest and held on tight. "I love you, Jess."

"I love you, too..."

"Let me put my bag upstairs."

She let go of me and I carried my bag to Lori's room. From it I removed the Visible Woman kit and carried it downstairs.

"Here, Jess," I said handing it to her. "I promised I'd bring it on my next visit."

Her eyes popped. "Wow ... thanks... Hey Mom!"

Lori regarded her daughter. "Remember -- AFTER you're done with your schoolwork."

"Yes, Mom."

"Now, come for breakfast."

I watched as Jessica wolfed down pancakes. She jumped up from the table and headed into the living room.

"These are good pancakes," I remarked.

"Thanks," Lori replied. "They're one of my stealth-health recipes. They're made with bran ... I call them my brancakes. I figured with Jess's difficulties she could use all the fiber she can get."

"She had the enema on Thursday," I said between bites. "So far she hasn't lost any of her pep."

"I don't know if she's been to the bathroom, though." Lori shook her head. "I never thought I'd be the sort of mom who frets about her kid's bowels."

"My mother was that sort of a mom," I replied. "In this case, you're justified. Jess is suffering a side-effect of the antibiotic."

"I will be glad when this is behind us." She leaned to spy into the living room. "She's digging into her schoolwork."

"Anyone can be an eager-beaver with the right motivation," I replied.

"Jess is a good student... That ... thing you brought is giving her a little extra incentive. I can't believe you actually brought it for her. You'll spoil her." She sipped her coffee. "Actually, Jack used to spoil her. He'd get her whatever she asked for."

"I think dads are obligated to spoil their daughters. Otherwise, how else will they learn to be proper wives?"

"Ha-ha. Very funny." She sipped more. "The past year we've barely made ends meet, so I think a treat like this welcome. Thanks for doing it."

"It was my pleasure. I had a model like that at her age ... the Visible Man."

"What happened to it?"

"I wore it out. The look on her face when she saw the box was all the thanks I require." I drained my cup. "I'll go see how the student is doing."

I wandered into the living room. "Almost done," Jessica reported.

I looked at the stack of papers. "This didn't take long."

"It's easy stuff..."

"Have your uncle look it over for you, Jess," Lori called from the kitchen.

I carried the pages to the sofa, sat and scanned through them. Jessica brought the last worksheet to me; then sat and looked over my shoulder.

"This all looks good, Jess. Your teacher should be pleased."

"Can we start working on Visible Woman?" she asked.

"Jess -- it will require a lot of careful work and patience in order to get a good result. Will you be patient?"

"Yes..."

"First things first... We need to buy some paints."

"Let's go buy paints," Jessica replied.

"First we need to know what colors to buy. But, first... We need to know what color scheme we're going to use."

"Color scheme?" Jessica asked.

"Yes. The instructions offer color suggestions. Those are like the colors you see on other anatomical models -- they're intended to help distinguish the organs. Real human organs look different. So the first decision is, do we go with the instructions; or, do we make her as realistic as possible."

"Realistic," Jessica answered.

I regarded the photograph on the box. "I suppose we could stick with the red and blue conventions for the blood vessels," I suggested. "Red for arteries and blue for veins."

Jessica examined her forearm and traced a line from her elbow to her wrist. "My veins are blue."

"That's how they look through your skin. Have you ever had blood drawn from a vein?"

"No..."

"It comes out a very dark, brownish-red. Nonetheless, blue for veins is probably okay since that's how they'd look through her skin -- if it wasn't clear."

"Okay, blue veins," Jessica agreed.

"The other organs will be shades of red, because they're saturated with blood... Healthy human lungs are bright red ... the liver and spleen dark red-brown ... the stomach and intestines are pinkish."

"We could look for pictures of organs," Jessica suggested. "MOM! Can I use the computer?"

"What for?" Lori asked

"To look up pictures of organs."

"To get the color right," I added.

Lori rolled her eyes. "Go ahead..."

Lori sat at the table in the living room. Jessica and I had spread newspapers and were busy gluing and painting. "I do not understand," she said, "your fascination for ... guts."

"It's interesting," Jess and I replied in unison.

"Well, Jess," she continued, "it is nearly your bedtime. You'd better go get ready."

"Aw Mom..."

"You know the rules," I added.

"Can we work on her tomorrow?" Jessica asked.

"I was hoping," Lori replied, "if it's nice tomorrow we could do something outdoors."

"Tomorrow after dinner?" Jess asked.

"I suppose..."

"Yay!" Jessica sprinted up the stairs to her room.

"You certainly have her engaged," Lori remarked.

"Yes, this is a lot more fun than I imagined."

"How did you get so good at such ... futzy painting?"

"I built model cars and airplanes when I was her age. It's like riding a bike -- once you learn you never forget."

Lori picked up the scale model heart and examined it. "It's lost on me," she said and set it down.

Jessica pounded down the stairs. "She needs a name," she said.

"You mean..." I gestured toward the table.

"Yeah."

"Well -- she's yours ... pick a name."

Jessica bit her lip and rolled her eyes in thought. "I know... Andrea."

"Andrea?" I replied.

"Yes. She is definitely Andrea. G'night Unca-D... G'night Mom... G'night Andrea..." She headed up the stairs.

"When Jess was five she had an imaginary friend named Andrea," Lori said.

"I had one, too ... named Percy."

"Percy?" Lori giggled. "That name sounds so ... gay."

"It appealed to me as a five-year-old. I eventually named my Visible Man after him; so Jess is following a precedent."

Lori's eyes scanned up the stairs. "I don't think she's gone to the bathroom yet."

"You've pumped enough fiber into her, with your brancakes this morning and the whole-wheat macaroni-and-cheese for dinner. If she doesn't go, she's apt to explode. She certainly hasn't been acting sluggish."

Part V

Hand-in-hand we ascended the stairs. I followed her into her bedroom and she closed the door.

"What did you have in mind tonight?" I asked.

"I saw a tab on your website labeled Intoxicating Enemas. Jess was around so I didn't dare open it. What is that about?"

"Well... some pharmaceuticals are absorbed readily via the rectal route. There's evidence the Incas used enemas to deliver ritual drugs. There's some evidence the practice continues among South American rainforest tribes... Years ago, mainstream Western medicine regarded it as a viable alternative to the oral route. Actually, that's coming back into vogue, to a degree. If Jessica were to need a medical procedure in which she was sedated ... or, prepped for general anesthesia... There's a good chance she'd receive a small rectal injection."

"Of what?" Lori asked.

"A rapid-onset barbiturate, most likely. Into the 1950s, moms in labor were given ether by enema to induce twilight sleep."

"What about recreational drugs?"

"Many are effective when administered through the back door. Some tryptamines are ineffective orally but very effective rectally. I've never been into illicit recreational chemicals, so I have no direct experience. There is, however, alcohol. It, too, is readily absorbed by the colon."

"You've taken alcohol in an enema?"

"Certainly. Nearly every enema aficionado tries it at least once."

"What's it like?" she asked.

"It's a different sensation than drinking ... hard to describe. I don't care for how I feel after too many drinks, but I rather enjoy getting shit-faced with an enema."

Lori giggled. "There's a pun in there -- somewhere." She faced me and looked me in the eye. "I'd like to try it."

"Oh, no... Alcoholic enemas are for experienced users, only. They are definitely not for newbies."

"Why not?"

"Because you need to know your colon better."

"Maybe I am inexperienced... But I have a very experienced tutor. Won't you guide me through the experience?"

I regarded her, my mind in thought. "Okay, but some ground rules: One -- you will do exactly as I say."

She nodded. "Okay..."

"And two -- if we see any indication things are going wrong, we'll stop immediately."

"Agreed."

"How drunk are you after six drinks?"

"Six?"

"Six mixed drinks."

"I dunno, I usually don't go that far. I'm not a big drinker... I think six would make me pretty smashed."

"Do we have any vodka?"

"Why vodka?" she asked.

"Because it's nothing but alcohol and water."

"There's a bottle in the liquor cabinet."

"I don't want to waste your good stuff."

"Don't worry -- I can't afford good stuff."

"I'll bring up the vodka, some water and some utensils."

"I'll slip into something more comfortable." she called after me as I headed down the stairs.

I returned, set down the accoutrements and regarded the label on the bottle. "Eighty proof..."

"Is it okay?" she asked.

"Perfect. If it had been a different proof I would've needed to adjust the quantities." I began making preparations. Lori approached me in a short terrycloth robe.

"I'm going to give you one cup of 80-proof vodka," I explained. "That should be equivalent to about six mixed drinks. I'll administer it as three enemas. You'll need to hold these in order for your colon to absorb the alcohol."

She nodded. "I understand..."

"You'll need to hold them for a lot longer than any you've had so far. The first one will be pretty mild -- a quarter cup in a quart of water. If you can hold this for fifteen minutes, we'll proceed to the next one."

I measured a quart and dumped it into the bag, then added a quarter cup of vodka. Next I screwed on the cap, attached the hose and blew some air into it. This inflated the bag so I could shake it and ensure the contents were thoroughly mixed.

"One enema, shaken not stirred," I remarked as I fitted the douche tip onto the end of the hose and drained some fluid into the pitcher.

Lori slipped out of her robe and hung it on a hook on the door. I regarded her naked body. "This is what you slipped into?" I asked.

"You said enemas are best enjoyed in the nude."

"I did say that."

"I assume alcohol enemas also."

"Certainly. I enjoy your enemas much more when you take them nude."

She flashed me a smile and lay on the bed.

"Right side," I instructed.

"I thought we always started on the left." She rolled onto her right side and drew up her knees. I buttered her pinkish- brown anus with some Vaseline, touched it with the tip and slid it into her rectum.

"Now," I said, "stretch out your right leg and put your right arm behind your back... Keep you left knee bent and roll halfway onto your stomach. This is called the reverse-Sims position. It makes your colon nearly horizontal, but it puts your cecum slightly downhill. We want to encourage the enema to flow as far into your colon as possible. Ready?"

"Ready."

"I should warn you -- alcohol is irritating to the colon. That's why we're starting off with a mild one. Sometimes alcohol gives a very bad reaction ... agonizing cramps."

I snapped open the clamp and held the bag fairly high.

"You're right, I do feel it... It burns."

"Slow, deep breathing is essential to distribute the enema deep. Breathe using your abdominal muscles ... pump your belly up and down."

She began deep, deliberate breathing through her mouth. "Yes, this does help..."

"You're almost done." The bag drained with a soft glug and I retrieved the nozzle from Lori's bottom. "Stay like that for a few minutes. Once the alcohol stops giving you discomfort you can roll onto your back. I want you to hold this one for fifteen minutes." I glanced at my watch.

"It feels fine now." She rolled onto her back and rested with her hands behind her neck and her ankles crossed.

"Are you chilly?" I asked. "Would you like a cover? Not that I object to the view. It's spectacular."

"I'm fine."

"This enema would be like having a glass of wine," I said. "It's relaxing ... sets a mood."

"It's making me warm." She patted her chest above her breasts. "I'm starting to sweat. Is that normal?"

"Everyone's reaction is different."

"I mean ... does it happen to you?"

"I've never done this exact regimen. I came up with it to ease you into it. If you took a full-strength alcohol enema you'd be in quite a bit of discomfort now."

"Maybe it's my imagination but I think I taste alcohol in the back of my throat."

"It's not your imagination." I chuckled. "I read about a couple of idiots who took vodka enemas because they figured they could get a buzz and no one would smell it on their breath. It's on your breath because you're excreting it through your lungs." I checked my watch. "It's been twelve minutes. I want you to expel this one. Do you feel an urge to go?"

"I feel nothing at all... Nothing in my colon that is. I do feel like I've had a drink or two."

"Why don't you walk around a bit and see if you can get things moving."

Lori swung her feet to the floor and paced around the bed. She shook her head. "Nothing."

"Let me give you some additional volume of clear water, then."

I dumped the remaining water from the jug into the bag and closed it up. Lori climbed onto the bed again.

"Left side this time," I said.

She lay on the bed and drew up her knees. I slid the nozzle into her and in a single motion opened the clamp and held up the bag.

"It's kinda cold," she remarked.

"All the better."

The bag drained into her rectum in short order. I stopped the clamp and pulled out the nozzle.

"NOW I gotta go," she said. She grabbed her robe. "I'll use the powder room downstairs so all the flushing won't disturb Jessica."

I followed her, carrying the jug so I could refill it in the kitchen, and sat on the sofa to await her.

She emerged from the powder room. "I was sweating like a pig in there," she said.

"How'd you make out?"

"A lot came out ... I was surprised. I thought after the enemas last night I'd be pretty empty."

"It would take a lot more than what we did last night to get you cleaned out. Most adults have all sorts of awful stuff in their colons. In my grandma's day, weekly enemas were routine. Modern doctors regards that as ignorant folk medicine, but maybe there was something to it. I have anecdotal reports that GI specialists rarely see colorectal cancer in enema enthusiasts."

"Really?" she asked.

"Like I said -- no one's done a study, but I've heard that from both patients and the odd doctor who's sympathetic to the enema scene."

"That would be a very odd doctor, indeed," She remarked.

"I'm going to refill this jug and prepare enema number two."

Lori watched as I measured. "This one's also a quarter cup of vodka, but in only three cups of water. It'll make it a little stronger than the first one. That, plus the fact you already have some alcohol in your system, will probably give you a stronger buzz." I held up the prepared pouch.

Lori slipped out of her robe and lay on the bed with her knees drawn up. I greased her hole and pushed the tip into her. "Ready?"

"Ready."

I held up the bag and snapped open the clamp. Lori began her deep, deliberate breathing.

"This one does burn more ... and I feel it further up ... an ache sort of."

"You're almost done. This one might be stronger but it's also smaller." I closed the clamp and withdrew the hose. "Stay on your right side. You'll need to hold this one for as long as you can. If you can't hold it for twenty minutes, then we're not going on to the third one."

"I've had some mild cramps," she replied. "I feel burning deep in my ... bottom."

"You can feel it inside your sphincter?" I asked.

"Yeah, I guess that describes it."

"Hold it back. Your colon should acclimate to it in a few minutes."

"It's feeling better now... And, I'm feeling more alcohol. If I close my eyes it feels like I'm falling."

I lay on the bed beside her and kissed the back of her shoulder. "Maybe we can do something to take your mind off of it."

"Like what?"

"Like some good, old-fashioned necking." I stroked her shoulder-length brown hair way from her ear and began nuzzling her neck. "I love how your hair smells." I slipped my arm under hers and cupped my hand over her breast.

She put her hand on mine. "Your hand is warm ... feels nice..."

"You are a beautiful woman, Lori."

"Don't you think I'd look better if I dropped fifteen pounds?"

"I think those fifteen pounds make you sexy," I replied. "A woman should have softness ... curves. You have them right where they belong."

"You do know how to say the right thing... Mmm..."

"Mmm?"

"I'm feeling the alcohol ... mellow..."

"How's your colon?" I asked.

"I had forgotten I had one."

"Then roll onto your back."

She stretched her legs. I sat beside her and ran my hand from her knee up her thigh. "You have gorgeous legs, Lori."

She pinched her thigh. "Even with saddlebags?"

"Those are the very curves I admire so..." I caressed the outside of her thighs to her buttocks. "You're curvy but not flabby... Gorgeous curves and without a ripple or a dimple..." I kissed her belly. "And you have a sexy stomach."

"Even without abs?"

"Especially without abs."

"I've become pleasingly plump," she replied.

"You're not anywhere near plump -- you're smooth and soft..." I kissed her belly. "...cute little navel ... and I love your bush..." I ran my fingers through her pubic hair.

"That's a year's worth of growth," she replied. "Jack had me shave it. He said he liked shaved pussy."

"I like it how it is."

"I can do without the razor burn..."

I lay beside her and caressed her cheek. "You have a pretty face, too. I love your deep brown eyes."

She took a deep breath. "Now I'm really feeling it ... and I can really taste it."

She rolled to face me, hooked her arm around my neck and we began some deep kissing. "I can really taste it, too," I remarked. I kissed her chin, her neck and down her chest between her breasts. Lori ran her fingers through my hair.

I looked at my watch. "You've held this one for thirty minutes," I said. "How do you feel?"

"Really relaxed and mellow," she replied.

"Time to expel."

"It's just starting to feel good."

"It'll feel even better after the next enema."

"I don't really feel impaired..." Lori swung her feet to the floor, stood and took a step. She tripped over her other foot and I steadied her.

"Looks like you're more impaired than you thought." I handed her the robe. "I'll help you down the stairs."

I sat on her sofa until she emerged from the powder room. "That one came out easy," she said.

"Ready for the main event? This one will be a half cup of vodka in three cups of water. It makes about as strong an alcohol enema as I can tolerate. It'll be like three or four drinks in one go."

"Let's do it."

I carried water upstairs and mixed the solution. Lori stripped off her robe and lay on her right side. I spread her buttocks, slipped in the nozzle and she rolled into position.

"Here we go," I said and opened the clamp.

"Oh, my GOD!" Lori exclaimed. "It HURTS!"

"Deep breathing, I coached."

She clamped her buttocks tight around the hose and began squirming and gasping. "Oh, God, it burns all the way down my legs ... I feel it in my feet!"

"Referred pain," I replied. "Almost done ... there." I clamped the hose and pulled out the nozzle. "Roll onto your right side. Massage your belly and work it in deep."

"Feeling better, now... Oh, God..."

"Still hurt?" I asked.

"No... I feel the alcohol... I feel it coming on... Oh, God, what a sensation ... like I'm being swept into a current..."

"Roll onto your back as soon as the cramping stops," I said. "That'll distribute the enema. The more surface area of your colon you expose to it, the better it can absorb it."

"Oh, God ... my head's swimming... Let's make love before I'm too drunk to enjoy it."

I knew what she meant. An alcohol enema can carry you away. Sex feels really good on top of one, but too much can deaden the senses and make it a frustrating experience. It was a race against time and I decided tonight was not for slow-and-steady.

I shucked off my clothes, lay on her bed and began worshiping her breasts. I covered her body with kisses, moved down and buried my face between her legs. Her musky cassolet filled my nostrils.

As I tongued her clit I worked both arms under her thighs so I could massage her breasts, stroking them and pinching and rolling her nipples. I also wanted to monitor her heart as a clue to how close to orgasm I was driving her.

Lori lay limp, her mouth open. I synchronized pinching her nipples with the cadence of my tongue and began ramping up the pressure. I could feel her flexing her clitoral shaft.

Her heart began racing and her breathing became gasping. I was giving her all the stimulation I could and hoped she wouldn't tire before she achieved her climax.

Then came the guttural groan. I kept up the stimulation on her clit. Her legs trembled and she arched her back and moaned. She pounded the mattress and bit her knuckle, and I could feel her pelvic muscles pushing against my chin with each orgasm.

"God, stop!" she finally gasped. I cradled her in my arms as she caught her breath.

"You okay?" I asked. She nodded, still panting.

I fetched another condom from her nightstand and unrolled it onto myself. "Can you be on top?" I asked.

"Yeah..."

I lay on my back and Lori mounted me. I gave a couple of thrusts and then she took up the cause, vigorously humping as I held onto her buttocks.

She grunted with each thrust, increasing her cadence. Then, she moaned, slowed for a bit and then began thrusting hard again. I would've given a fortune to know what sensations she was feeling.

My climax was approaching. I held her buttocks tighter and pressed my hips against hers. "God, Lori," I gasped.

She collapsed atop me. "Oh, God," she panted. "Oh, God ... I am so drunk ... so drunk..."

"You had a good one," I replied. I extricated the condom and slid from under her. Then I coaxed her against me. Her panting subsided and her breathing returned to normal, though her breath smelled strongly of alcohol. She closed her eyes and was asleep. Spent, I closed mine and dozed.

I was awakened by punch in the gut. Lori was crouching, one hand on the mattress and the other on my belly. "Lori -- what's wrong?"

"Gotta go ... room spinning ... can't walk ... can't stand..."

"I'll help you." She crumpled onto the bed. I snatched her robe from the hook on the door and helped her into it. "You'll never make it downstairs. We'll use the master bath up here."

I supported her as we worked our way down the hall. "Stay," she said as she sat on the loo, her elbows planted on her thighs and her head in her hands. I heard a jet of water hit the porcelain. "I never been this drunk ... don't wanna be this drunk."

"I know what you're saying," I replied. "When you take one of these alcohol enema trips the journey can be more fun than the destination."

I stood near her. She hooked an arm around my leg. "Need to hol' on -- room's spinning so fast I'll frall off ... done here."

I helped her back to the bedroom and took her robe. She fell hard onto the bed and lay on her back, clutching the sheet. "You need to sleep it off, Lori. I'll get into bed and you can cuddle next to me."

She lunged for the side of the bed, grappling with the wastebasket tucked between the headboard and the nightstand. "Lori -- are you all right?" I asked.

Part VI

Dawn's light waked me and I found Lori lying with her back to me. I kissed her shoulder.

"Mmmph..."

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

"Awful... I have a fierce headache ... my ears are ringing ... I feel sick all over ... and my whole body feels like it's ... vibrating."

"You're hung over," I replied. "Don't worry -- the effects are temporary. You'll start feeling better around noon or so."

"And, it feels like my colon is holding a grudge..." She rolled onto her back. "Jess is up -- I hear the shower. I'll have to get up and make breakfast."

"I can do that," I replied. "Why don't you rest here 'til you're feeling a little better."

"When Jess finishes her shower -- could you get something out of the medicine cabinet for my headache?"

"What would you like?" I asked.

"Morphine... But I'll take Advil ... three of them."

I listened for the water to cut out and the bathroom door to open. Then I slipped into the robe Lori had lent me and headed down the hallway. I rapped on Jessica's door. "Jess... I'm going to take a shower and then make some breakfast. Do you like French toast?"

"Yeah."

"Get dressed and come downstairs. I'll be down in a bit. Your mother has a headache and will rest 'til she feels better."

"'Kay. Can we do more work on Andrea?"

"After breakfast."

I carried three brown tablets and a tumbler of water into Lori's room. She swallowed them, lay on her back and groaned. "I will never ... ever ask for another alcohol enema," she said. "Never again..."

"You know -- I feel that way after a good one myself. Then, a few days pass and I start working up an appetite for another."

She looked up at me. "How often do you do these?"

"Maybe once a month or so. You have to admit... It did feel good ... for a while."

"I'll admit there's a rush that felt good ... the sex was really good, too."

"I'll take a shower and start breakfast. You come down when you're feeling better."

She rolled with her back to me and clutched her pillow. "I'll see you in a week..."

I sat at the table in the living room. Jessica sat beside me, wearing one of her father's old shirts as a smock. I was painting arteries in Andrea's arms while Jess painted the stomach and intestines a pale pink.

Lori regarded the scene. "Jess -- you're getting paint on your fingers."

"It'll come off with some solvent," I said without looking up.

"When you finish what you're doing it's time to get your jammies on and get ready for bed."

"Aw, Mom..."

"You know the rules, Jess," I added. "Besides -- I'll need to be on my way soon. I need to be up early tomorrow to go to work. It's been quite a weekend, hasn't it?"

"I'll say," Jessica replied.

"No argument there," Lori added.

"When can we do more work on Andrea?" Jessica asked.

"Maybe I can come for an evening during the week. I think a couple evenings more and we'll have her finished."

"That reminds me," Lori said. "One of the girls at the bank is quitting and we're taking her out for dinner and drinks Thursday after close. Do you think you could come by and keep an eye on things?"

"Thursday? I think so."

Lori looked at Jessica. "Jess -- it's not that I don't trust you home alone. It's just I'll be so late I'll worry less if there's an adult in the house."

"It's okay, Mom. Unca-D and I can work on Andrea."

"With any luck the part for the dishwasher will be here as well," I added.

"We'll figure out what to do about dinner for you two," Lori replied.

"I can order a pizza. You'd like that, wouldn't you Jess?"

"Yeah."

"Pizza?" Lori glanced at me with narrowed eyes.

"One won't kill her." I put some paint thinner on a rag and used it to clean Jessica's fingers. She headed up stairs.

I closed up paints and packed parts into their box. Lori approached me and we embraced. "Quite a weekend," I said.

"An unbelievable weekend. I wish you could stay tonight."

"I wish I could, too -- but I don't have any work clothes. Besides -- I have stuff I have to get done at home."

"I know..." She kissed my lips. "Thanks for everything."

I heard Jessica starting down the stairs. Lori released me from her embrace. "Jess -- I'll make your lunch," she said and headed to the kitchen.

Jessica approached me as I was closing up my bag. "Unca- D..."

"What, Jess?"

"I ... I think I need another enema."

"When was the last time you went to the bathroom?"

"Thursday... with the enema."

"Jess -- you should talk to your mother about this."

"I know..."

"She's in the kitchen."

"I know..."

"Aren't you comfortable talking to her about it?" She shook her head. "Why not?"

"'Cuz Mom doesn't know stuff ... about the body ... not like you do. Can you tell her?"

"Come on," I said and took her hand. I led her into the kitchen. "Lori -- Jess has a problem."

"What's the matter, Jess?"

Jessica looked at her feet and pressed her hand against her belly. "She needs another enema," I said. "She hasn't been able to go since the last one."

"Go upstairs, Jess," Lori said. "We'll be up once I put this sandwich together." She watched her daughter head toward her bedroom. "Why did she go to you about this and not me?"

"She said she doesn't feel comfortable talking about it with you."

"Why wouldn't she?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know. I guess we have some sort of a connection."

"Yeah... You, Jess and Andrea have a ménàge-à-trois going." She closed up a brown paper bag and stowed it in the refrigerator.

"How much more antibiotic does she have to take?" I asked.

Lori counted on her fingers. "Thursday is the last day. I will rejoice when that day comes." She looked up at me. "Are you going to coach me through this one?"

"This is your chance to solo," I replied, "to earn your enema wings. I'll observe ... and I'll step in if I see you doing anything really wrong."

Lori stepped into the master bathroom and removed the clear plastic pouch from a cabinet. She began running water in the sink, tested the temperature and filled the bag. I watched as she ran water out of the tube until the level reached the 1,000 ml mark. She held up the bag. "This look okay?"

"No rocket science so far," I replied.

Lori picked up a towel and a tube of Vaseline and we went into Jessica's room. She handed the towel to her daughter. "Spread this out and lie on it." She looked around the room, then she held the bag toward me. "Can you at least hold this while I put some Vaseline on it?"

I stuck out my finger and she hung the bag on it. "I'm just another piece of furniture."

She took the bag. "Okay, Jess... Lie on your left side and bend your knees."

Lori lifted Jessica's hem, spread her buttocks and worked the tip into her rectum. She held up the bag. "Ready?"

"Uh-huh," Jessica said and nodded. Lori release the clamp. "Feels cold..."

"Oh, my God, did I make it too cold?" Lori replied.

"It's okay, Mom... The cold just feels different."

"I know it does... I mean, I bet it does."

"I can feel the water flowing inside my bottom," Jessica continued. "The first one just felt warm..."

I watched Jessica take sharp, deliberate breaths. "Are you having any cramps?" Lori asked.

"Not bad ones. If I breathe right it makes them go away and I can feel the water going in farther."

Lori regarded the bag and closed the clamp. "Okay, Jess -- roll onto your back. Let me know when you're ready." She looked my way and I gave her an approving nod.

"'Kay, Mom..." Lori released the clamp. Jessica pointed to her abdomen near her ribcage. "I feel it here ... moving across..."

"Do you remember what Andrea's colon looks like?" I asked. "We were painting it today."

"Yeah..."

"Well, your colon looks about the same."

She pointed to her right side. "It's here, now..."

"And, the bag is empty," I said.

Lori clamped the tube and took it from Jessica's bottom. "Stay here 'til you feel a need to go," she said. "I'll put this away."

I followed Lori into the bathroom. "You did good," I said.

"Okay, but I made the water too cold..."

"Jess wasn't complaining. I think she preferred it cooler."

"What else did I do wrong? I didn't have her roll onto her right side."

"That wasn't a problem, either. Actually I think Jess could take a bigger enema..."

"'Scuse me," Jessica said from the doorway.

"We'll let you use the bathroom, Jess." I nodded toward the hallway. Lori followed me downstairs. "You did fine," I said. "You'll have no problem if she should need another."

"Assuming she'll tell me she needs one. I'm still miffed she can talk to you about this and not me."

"She's an eleven-year-old and you're her mother. When I was her age there were plenty of things I couldn't talk about with my folks. She regards me as a pal, not a parent. At least I'm on your side."

"I suppose."

"Well -- see you Thursday." I grabbed my bag.

"Wait... She shepherded me into the kitchen and lowered her voice. "Something happened while I was giving Jess the enema ... something I didn't expect."

"What was that?"

"It made me want one. I remember you saying I should know what an enema feels like in order to give one."

"That's what got this whole weekend started, isn't it?"

"That's not it... I really felt what Jess was experiencing ... I felt it in my own gut. It was like I was having an enema vicariously through Jess."

"Yeah," I said and nodded. "You were really empathizing."

"It made me want one. It really made ME want one ... sort of like how watching a skin flick can make you horny."

"So giving an enema to Jess made your colon horny for one, too. It happens to me."

"This is so strange... I'll need to think about this."

I heard the upstairs toilet flush. "Jess," I called, "are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she replied.

"Did the enema work okay?"

"It worked great. G'night."

I kissed Lori on her lips. "See you Thursday. I'll also put that hook in your ceiling."

"What hook ... oh, yeah. Thanks."

I got into my car and headed home. I was on Cloud-9. My head was swimming. It had been an incredible weekend and it was just sinking in. I had been smitten by Lori when I first saw her in high school. Of course, then she was way out of my league and I knew it. And, of course it would be my athletic younger brother -- quarterback and basketball center -- who'd claim her as his trophy.

Now, Lori was mine. I could feel the connection. Did I feel a qualm of guilt, moving in on her after Jack was dead? Maybe a little, but I didn't care.

Part VII

I headed home from work Thursday to find a package on my doorstep -- the valve for Lori's dishwasher. I changed, grabbed the part and my toolbox and headed across town. I rang the bell and could see daylight in the peephole darken for an instant. Then the door swung open.

"Hi, Jess," I said. "You're a good girl -- checking the peephole before opening the door." I regarded her. She was wearing a white cotton skirt with a tee and flipflops. The skirt hem came two to three inches above her knees. "That's quite an outfit."

"Today was dress-up day. I wore this skirt, a nice blouse, pantyhose and dress shoes. When I got home I took off the pantyhose and changed my shirt, but all my shorts are in the wash and it's too warm to wear jeans."

"I'll bet you looked very pretty," I remarked. "You look nice in a skirt, Jess. I'll bet, somewhere, is an eleven or twelve year old boy who you'll make very happy someday ... and I hope he makes you happy, too."

She curled her lip. "I don't like boys."

"When I was your age, I didn't care for girls. I've learned better as I've gotten older. Now, I love girls. Girls are enchanted, magical beings. I'd much rather be with women than with other men."

"Really?"

"Really. Women are more interesting ... and much more pleasing to the eye." Jessica smiled. "Are you doing your homework?"

"Almost done."

"I'll order the pizza ... then while we're waiting I'll see if I can fix the dishwasher."

"'Kay..."

I had just about finished the repair job when the doorbell rang. I opened it and paid the delivery guy. "Dinner's ready, Jess," I called as I set the box on the kitchen counter and helped myself to a bottle of beer from Lori's refrigerator.

Jessica took a piece from the box, put it on a plate and sat at the table. I watched her take a bite, then sit unenthusiastically with her chin in her palm.

"Jess -- something wrong?" She nodded. "What?"

"I need another enema. I need it bad, this time."

"When was the last time..."

"Sunday."

I counted on my fingers. "You probably knew you needed one last night, didn't you?"

"Yeah..."

"Why didn't you tell your mom?"

"I can't talk to her about this."

"Yes you can."

"No."

"Why not?"

"I don't know," she replied.

"If you really can't ... well, you could've phoned me last night and told me and I would've told your mom."

"Didn't think of that..." She looked at me, her eyes filling. "Why can't you come live with us? Then I'd always have someone I could talk to."

I held her and kissed the top of her head. "It's not easy to change a lifestyle. I don't want to disrupt your or your mom's routine. We're working towards that but it can't happen overnight. Understand?"

"Yeah..."

"You do have someone you can talk to -- your mom... How bad is it?"

"I'm starting to feel sick to my stomach. I felt awful during school..."

"But you soldiered on..."

"Can you give me an enema ... now?"

"Now?"

"I can't stand it much longer."

"Jess -- I can't give you an enema."

"Why not?"

"It's not proper."

"How come Mom can and you can't?"

"Because she's your mother, but I'm not your father. It wouldn't be ... appropriate for me to be touching an eleven- year-old girl's bottom."

"I wouldn't mind."

"But I would... Jess, I can't do this for you but I can help you give yourself an enema. Are you willing?"

She nodded. "Uh-huh..."

She followed me into the bathroom. I located the pouch Lori and I had used for her previous treatments. "Let's run some water," I suggested, "to warm it up."

Jessica held her hand in the stream. "How warm?"

"That depends. You've had a hot enema and a cool one. Which did you prefer?"

"I dunno..."

"Warmth is relaxing. If you're really uncomfortable already, I'd suggest going with a warm one."

"Is this okay?"

I felt the water. "That feels good. If you want to know if it's too hot, see how it feels on your tongue." She leaned over the sink and stuck her tongue out. "Put some in a glass, Jess."

"I guess it's not too hot."

"Fill the pouch to the line 1,000. That's about a quart."

"I heard you tell Mom you thought I should have more than that."

"If your colon is really full, I wouldn't be surprised if you couldn't hold that much. Tell you what... Fill it all the way and we'll see how much you can take."

"'Kay..."

"Now, run some into the sink to flush air from the tube." I picked up the Vaseline and grabbed a towel. "Let's go into your room."

Jessica carried the full pouch into her bedroom. I spread the towel on her bed. "Can you hold this?" she asked and handed the pouch to me.

"Put some Vaseline on the tip." Jess complied; then she turned her back to me, reached up under her skirt and pulled down her briefs. She stepped from them, kicked off her flipflops and sat on the bed.

"Jess -- lie on your back. I want to feel your belly." I lifted her tee and probed her abdomen. "Are you done taking the antibiotic?"

"I took the last pill today."

"With any luck in a day or two you'll be back to normal."

"I hope so."

"Here," I said and guided her fingers. "Feel here?"

"Yeah..."

"This is your sigmoid colon and it is packed. We're going to try to get the enema to fill your colon above it, here..." I pointed on her belly. "That way you can use your muscles to squeeze your colon and the water will push out the blockage."

"I get it... Like squeezing a tube of toothpaste when it's dried and plugged at the end."

"Precisely. And, that's why warm water is better -- it'll relax your colon so the water can flow in easier. Are you ready?"

"Yeah."

"Start on your left side." I handed her the enema tip. "You know where this goes."

Jessica rolled onto her side and pulled up her hem; then worked the tip into her anus. "How far?"

"About three inches or so." I held up my thumb and forefinger.

"'Kay..."

"I'll hold up the bag since we don't have any way to hang it. Slide open the clamp and remember -- deep breathing if you start to cramp."

She fingered the clamp and held onto the tube. I watched her take sharp, deep breaths through her mouth.

"Jess, why don't you roll onto your back..." She started to roll over. I pinched the tube in case the tip slipped out. "Is the tube still in place?"

She reached under her skirt. "Yeah..."

"Good." I released the tube, held up the bag and regarded it. It was slow going. Jessica must be experiencing some serious backpressure, I figured. Coaxing that much water past an impaction requires considerable determination and Jessica had it. I was pleased we had the talks about anatomy and with our efforts with Andrea. Jess knew what had to be done and why. She was taking her cure like a big girl.

And she was a big girl. There was no doubt she would blossom into a beautiful woman -- as pretty as her mother. I regarded her long, slim legs as she lay with her knees slightly bent. Jessica had pretty feet -- like her mother, too. She had pulled down the front of her hem to cover her thighs, but the back was up, under her. My gaze followed the line formed by calf to her knee, then down the back of her thigh where it joined with her flank...

Jessica glanced at me. She stretched her legs, crossed her ankles and smoothed her skirt around her thighs. I checked myself -- I didn't care for the particular station where this train of thought was heading. I was on a slippery slope, all right. Better to turn my attention to watching the water level in the bag.

The look on Jess's face said it all. She was biting her lip and I could see the concentration in her eyes. "Try massaging your belly," I suggested. "It might help loosen things up."

She lifted her tee and began working her abdomen with her fingers. "Yeah... This helps..."

"Starting to feel full?"

"A little..."

I glanced at the bag. "Jess -- you've taken nearly a quart." I pinched the tube. "We can stop now or we can see if you can hold more."

"I wanna see if I can hold more. The more the better it works, right?"

"Right. Best results come from taking all you can. Roll onto your right side and rest for a moment. Then, give yourself short squirts until you're sure you can't hold any more."

"Oh, so full..." I watched her pinch and release the tube. She took about another half pint before closing the clamp and pulling the tip from under her skirt.

"Roll onto your back," I suggested.

She ran her hands along her now swollen stomach. "Wow..."

"Remember what Andrea's colon looks like. See if you can feel the same structures inside you."

"Yeah..." She lifted her tee again and probed her belly with her fingers. "Cool..."

"Lie like that 'til you need to go. I'll start putting this away."

"'Kay..."

I took the pouch into the bathroom and drained the remains into the sink. Then I began shaking out the last droplets of water.

Jess stormed into the bathroom, flung open the lid, lifted her skirt and sat on the toilet. She bit her lip and closed her eyes. Her face turned red and I could see the veins in her neck bulging as she bore down.

"I'll let you do your thing," I said and headed to the hallway. "Jess," I said through the closed door, "next time -- don't let it get this bad before asking for help."

"'Kay," she grunted.

I headed downstairs and sat at the table holding Andrea's innards. I picked up her colon. Jess had painted the background color and I had added some details. Now it needed some blood vessels painted on. "Why are you such a troublesome organ?" I asked.

Jessica descended the stairs and approached me. "How are you doing?" I asked.

"Okay..."

"Did the enema work?"

"Oh, yes."

"Does your tummy feel better?"

"Lots better ... my bottom's sore, though."

"Did the toilet flush okay?"

She giggled. "Yeah... On the second try. Is there pizza left?"

"In the 'fridge. We can warm it up."

"It's okay cold..."

She brought a piece on a plate, set it on the table and ate while I painted tiny arteries on Andrea's colon. "I think we're almost done, Jess. We'll let these parts dry and tomorrow we can perform the final assembly. Sort of a dissection in reverse."

"Yeah..." She put down her slice and bolted upstairs.

"Are you okay?"

"More enema coming out..." The bathroom door slammed.

I tucked Jessica into bed; then I used my toolkit to install a screw hook in the ceiling of Lori's bedroom. From the hook I hung a length of lightweight chain. "There," I said to myself. "Convenient and adjustable."

I heard the front door open. "Lori?" I called downstairs. "I'm up here." She joined me in her bedroom. "Look..." I pointed to the chain hanging from the ceiling.

"Very clever."

"How was your evening?" I asked.

"It was great. How was yours?"

"Well -- I fixed the dishwasher."

"Wonderful. Thank you."

"We had a little problem with Jess. Turns out she needed another enema." Lori rolled her eyes. "She needed one last night but was too shy to come to you."

Lori shook her head. "I fail to understand why she can talk to you about these things and not me. How did you handle it?"

"Well -- I didn't want to give her one. I didn't think it was appropriate for me to be handling an eleven-year-old girl's private parts."

"Right..."

"But she was so miserable. She said it was making her sick to her stomach and she couldn't even finish a piece of pizza. You KNOW it's bad when an eleven-year-old can't eat pizza."

"Right..."

"So, I helped her give herself an enema. Now she's feeling better."

"You did WHAT?"

"I helped her give herself an enema."

"Oh, my God!" Lori stared at me agape. "She's only eleven. That's too young!"

"Too young for what? I think I was about eleven when I gave myself my first enema ... and I didn't have someone to tell me if I was doing it wrong."

"Oh, my God!... Now I'll worry when she's home alone from school ... if she's ... pleasuring herself with enemas!"

"I don't think she regards them that way. She knows it's a quick and convenient way to get relief when she's constipated. Now that she's stopped the antibiotic, there's a good chance she won't need one ... or want one again."

"Poor, innocent Jess..."

"Wait a minute, Lori. We're talking about a home remedy here. It wasn't like I was showing her porn or teaching her how to masturbate."

"It's almost as bad."

"What's wrong with doing something that makes you feel good? I'll bet you do plenty of self-pleasuring."

"What are you talking about?" she asked. I opened the nightstand drawer, reached in and withdrew a vibrator. "How dare you go rummaging through my things?"

"I didn't rummage. You sent me in here to fetch condoms. I couldn't help notice it."

"If she were older it wouldn't be so bad ... it'd still be bad enough. You must be proud of yourself ... another convert. The converts are the most devout -- you told me that yourself."

"That's enough, Lori. I had only Jess's best interests in mind. And -- that last remark sounded an awful lot like the sort of venom spewed by homophobic so-called Family Values blowhards as reasons why gays shouldn't adopt kids -- that they'll convert them to a gay lifestyle. Time and time again, the worst homophobes turn out to be closeted gays themselves ... uncomfortable with something in their own makeup. Well, Lori -- your remark was enemaphobic, and it came from the lips of a closeted enemaphile."

She lifted her hand to slap me and then checked herself. "I am sorry I called you for help with Jess's condition. I should've taken her to the ER."

"They'd have given her an enema."

"Yeah, one she'd never want to repeat."

"If you really are sorry you called," I replied, "it must mean you regret last weekend."

"I do regret it. I'm sorry I got started in this."

"Then I had better leave."

"Maybe you had better."

Part VIII

I rang the bell and Jessica answered the door. "Hi, Unca- D," she said. "You didn't come for dinner."

"Not tonight," I replied and regarded her. She was already in her flannel nightgown. "Shall we put the finishing touches an Andrea?"

"Yeah..."

I sat at the table and sorted through the various organs. "I think we have a few pieces to glue together. That should dry in a few minutes." I glanced over my shoulder and saw Lori sitting at her kitchen table, doing a crossword. "You know, Jess -- the human body isn't really such a mystery. You just need to break it down into the various systems ... circulatory system, nervous system, digestive system..."

"How come you're not a doctor?" Jess asked.

"Because I was too lazy to put in the effort it takes to become one. And, medical school was too expensive for me. Would you like to be a doctor?"

"Maybe ... yeah."

"I hope you can."

Together Jessica and I assembled the various organs into the clear plastic figure and snapped it shut. "There ... time for introductions. Jess, Andrea ... Andrea, Jess."

Jessica took the figure and carried it into the kitchen. "Look, Mom... Andrea!"

"Very nice, Jess," Lori said coldly.

"I'm gonna take her to my room..."

"It's bedtime, Jess."

"'Kay... Unca-D?"

"Yes, Jess?"

"Are you going to stay with us this weekend?"

"I need to speak to your mother, Jess. You go to bed."

"G'night Unca-D."

"Good night, Jess," I replied. I strolled into the kitchen. Lori glanced at me from the corner of her eye and returned to her crossword. "I wanted to clear the air about last night."

Lori continued filling in squares.

"I'm sorry we argued," I continued.

"So am I."

"I meant it when I said I had Jessica's best interests first and foremost. I know how much you love her. I love her just as much."

"I'm happy to hear that," Lori replied.

"I would never touch her inappropriately; and I would never, ever do anything I thought might harm her."

"I'm happy to hear that, too."

"And, I lost my temper. I'm sorry about that, too. Can you forgive me?"

"I forgive you for losing your temper."

"And, when I called you an enemaphobe... I'm sorry about that, too. That was out of line. Can you forgive me for that?"

"No, I can't."

"Oh ... well ... I'll be on my way..."

"Wait..." I turned and faced her and she approached me with tears in her eyes. "I can't forgive you because ... because you were right. I deserved it and I needed it. Everything you said was correct. I was the one who was out of line. Can you forgive me?"

"Of course, Lori..."

"I realized what it was ... why the enemas were such a thrill... I thought I was doing something ... naughty. All my life I've had this ... drive to do bad things. I had a thrill doing a naughty thing on Prom night with Jack ... and Jessica was the result. I was a virgin ... I got pregnant the first time."

"But -- enemas aren't bad..."

"They were only bad in my own mind."

"Lori -- I still want to be engaged with you and Jess. If the enema stuff is a barrier -- I can wall it off. I can even close the business. It would free up more time to spend with you."

She bit her lip and began wiping tears from her face. "You don't have to do that -- though it means a lot that you'd consider it... It's been such a big part of your life..."

"For twenty years."

"I just didn't want Jess growing up making the same mistakes I did."

"Lori -- the way to prevent that is to be brutally honest with her. Jess is a smart and responsible girl. If we tell her the truth ... and if she trusts that we will always tell her the truth ... she will make the right decisions. Let's lay this enema thing to rest one way or the other right now." I leaned out of the kitchen and called upstairs. "Jessica, are you still awake?"

The door to her room cracked open. "Yes..."

"Come down for a minute." I looked at Lori. "She was probably busy dissecting Andrea. I'll bet there are plastic innards all over the bed."

Jessica entered the kitchen. "Jess -- I showed you how to give yourself an enema last night..."

"Yeah..."

"How would you describe the experience?"

"It made me feel better."

"Would you say the enema was fun?" I asked.

She shook her head. "No... It wasn't awful but it wasn't fun."

"Do you want another one?"

"No. I didn't want that one but I needed it."

"So you're not interested in taking enemas for pleasure."

"No. Who would?"

I looked toward Lori. "Who would, indeed? Good night, Jess."

"G'night... Mom?"

"Yes, Jess?"

"Is Unca-D staying?"

"It's entirely up to him," Lori replied. "Good night, Jess."

"G'night..." She headed back upstairs.

Lori buried her face in her hands. "I feel like such an idiot. I'm really sorry for my immature, irrational, unthinking ... uncalled for outburst. If my behavior changes your opinion of me ... if you don't want to have anything to do with me ... I'll understand."

I turned and headed toward the front door. "Oh, God..." I heard Lori sob.

"Oh, I'm not leaving. I'm just getting my bag from the trunk."

"You packed a bag? You expected a ... reconciliation?"

"I knew I wasn't leaving 'til we had this out, and I knew the outcome would swing one way or the other. I guess I'm just a cockeyed optimist."

"Do you really still want me?"

"Lori... Our discussion makes me want you even more."

"How could it?"

"Don't you understand? The strength of a couple's relationship isn't measured by how they love but by how they argue. We had a great argument."

"What do you mean?"

"What made it great was that ... that both of us care enough for each other ... respect each other ... to stand in each other's place for a moment and see things from a different perspective. And, it took courage and trust for you tell me some of the things you did."

Lori approached me and I opened my arms to her. She held on, clutching the fabric of my shirt in her fists, and sobbed. "I'm so sorry," she said.

I pet her hair and kissed the top of her head. "It's okay ... we understand each other... Lori ... if you don't want enemas in our life together, we can leave them out. I'll need to keep them in my life, but like I said -- I can wall it off. If you think they're bad..."

"You misunderstood what I said," she interrupted. "I said there were bad only in my own mind. The operative word was WERE ... past tense." She looked into my face and caressed my cheek. "I had today off from the bank. I spent it looking at your website again ... this time with open eyes and open mind. I read all of it ... the informational pages ... your catalog ... and the testimonials ... especially the testimonials. Whatever their reasons -- pleasure, health ... kinks -- people come to you for help or inspiration or advice. Ordinary people ... young ones, old ones ... men, women ... gay and straight ... ones with health problems and some who just want to try something different. I admire you for what you do."

"Thanks. I appreciate it."

"Then ... since it was a while before Jess got home from school ... I tried out that hook and chain you installed. I lay, nude on the bed and gave myself a big, warm enema ... and I savored the warmth filling me and how my tummy got full and heavy. I lay on the bed, holding it for nearly half an hour ... until I couldn't any more. Afterward I savored the tranquil, relaxed, sense of ease that comes from an empty colon."

"Why didn't you say so sooner?" I asked.

"It's hard for me to talk about these things ... especially hard if there's a chance I'll be rejected..."

"And you wonder where Jess gets it."

"Oh, God..." She sobbed. "I was so afraid I had lost you."

"You'll need to be a lot more careless than that to lose me, Lori."

She kissed my lips. "You're wrong about one thing. The test of a relationship isn't how a couple argues but how they love ... AFTER they argue."

"Shall we put it to the test?"

"I thought you'd never ask..."

I carried my bag into her bedroom. "I'm going to slip into something more comfortable," she said. "As a matter of fact, I have something in particular in mind." She picked up a clothes hanger from her closet doorknob. It held a short, sheer, black negligee. "What do you think?"

"I think it would look better on you than it does on that hanger... Wait a minute -- you had that picked out ahead of time."

"I knew you were coming over and I knew you wouldn't leave until we had it out. And, I knew it would fall one way or the other." She opened the door to her closet. "Welcome to the optimists club," she called over her shoulder as she stepped inside.

While she changed I stripped to my briefs, folded my clothes and stacked them on a chair. I put them atop a towel that was folded and resting there. On her dresser was the large plastic jug I had used to carry water from the kitchen ... and the tube of Vaseline.

I folded down the bedcovers and smoothed my hand along her sheets ... fresh ones. Then Lori stepped from her closet and stood before me in her black negligee. "Well?" she asked.

"Outstanding. I never thought you could put anything on that gorgeous body of yours that would make you more beautiful. You are beautiful."

Then I put one arm behind her knees and the other behind her shoulder blades, picked her up and lay her on the bed.

"I wasn't too heavy for you, was I?"

"I'm stronger than I look," I replied, "And, I didn't need to carry you far."

We lay beside each other, gazing into each other's eyes, our faces inches apart. "Lori -- I have done you a disservice."

"How so?"

"I had been obsessing about your body ... your spectacular legs ... delightful, round bottom ... pretty face ... beautiful, dark brown eyes..."

"Go on..."

"Your sexy stomach ... cute little navel ... awesome breasts..."

"And..."

"Your shiny hair ... shapely shoulders..."

"I'm getting the picture," she replied.

"I hadn't fully appreciated what a phenomenal brain you have ... and what a good and generous spirit. You are the woman of my dreams, Lori. If I had any lingering doubts ... they're gone."

"As are mine... I promised myself I wouldn't bring him up, but I must..." She shook her head. "Jack never would've resolved an argument the way you did -- I won't say more."

"I told Jess the other day that I love women ... that women are enchanted, magical beings ... precious beings. You are enchanted, Lori."

"Oh, God... You're coming into Jess's life in a nick of time ... so she can fall in love with you... Then, when the time comes ... she can fall in love with a man like you ... if she's lucky enough to find one."

"Lori -- by the time the time comes, Jess will have blossomed into a beautiful woman. She'll have her pick of men."

"Then I hope she picks wisely... I'd like us to figure out how to accelerate us living together as a family. I can post for a position at a branch on your side of town."

"What about Jess and her school?" I asked.

"We'll ask Jess if she'd be willing to change schools after the winter break."

"And give up her friends?"

"If it means having you -- I think she would. She loves you and needs you, and so do I." She kissed my lips. "I love you so much..."

I kissed her again, then kissed her chin. Lori lifted her face so I could kiss her neck.

"Here," I said and lay propped against the headboard. I patted the mattress between my thighs.

She leaned against me. I held her around her waist and buried my face in her hair, inhaling its fragrance. Then I began nuzzling and kissing her neck and shoulders.

"Mmm..." she said.

"You like?"

"Mmm ... I like..."

I cupped my hand over her breast and she put her hand on mine. I continued kissing and nuzzling under her ear. Lori put her hands on my thighs.

I began massaging her nipple and could feel it firming under my touch. Lori gripped my legs and let out a soft gasp. I pinched and rolled both of her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, through the sheer fabric of her gown.

I could feel her body relaxing against me. Then, I untied a bow that held the bodice of her gown together and let it fall from her breasts; and I watched her chest move as her breathing slowed and deepened. I returned to rolling her nipples, now my fingers against her bare skin.

"You have such a nice touch," she said.

"Let me know when you're ready for something more."

"I'm ready whenever you are."

I eased myself from behind her and lay beside her, holding her around her shoulder blades. I kissed her again. She stroked my face and then put her hand on my chest.

I slid my free hand under the hem of her gown, pet her soft pubic patch with the backs of my fingers and then traced between her labia to her clit and began stroking.

"Oh God," she said. "You make the most incredible love to me ... just how I like it ... gentle but ... insistent. I simply melt into a puddle under your touch."

I continued holding her as I stroked. Her body grew more and more limp. She closed her eyes and let her head roll to the side. I could see a pulse point in her neck and I watched the spot to monitor how aroused she was becoming.

Her pulse began pounding and she began panting. I knew she was a hair's-breadth away from climax.

So, I moved my hand up under her gown and began caressing her lower abdomen.

"Why did you stop?" she asked. "I was almost there."

"Because I want to do something else."

"What else?"

I positioned her on her back and propped her shoulders on a pillow. Then I folded back the hem of her gown and slid another cushion under her hips. I kissed her thighs and then worked my face between them.

"Oh, that's what else," she said. "I'm okay with that..."

I tongued her clit and massaged both her breasts. Lori lifted her arms above her head, pulled her shoulder blades together and pressed her chest against my hands. I could feel her heart pounding. Soon it was racing. I kept up the pressure and the cadence on her clit.

Then I heard her now-familiar guttural groan. She arched her back and bit her hand to stifle cries. I continued tonguing her as a string of orgasms gripped her -- not stopping until she told me to.

She did by touching my cheek. I came up from between her legs and held her. She covered my face with kisses. I lay on my back and she cuddled against me, caressing my chest and fingering my nipples.

"I really like performing oral sex on you," I said.

"That's a happy coincidence," she replied, "because I like you performing it on me."

"I like it because I can make you multi-orgasmic."

"That's another coincidence, because I think it's the only way I can be multi-orgasmic."

"I also like it because I can feel your orgasms. Every time you come, the muscles in your bottom throb against my chin."

"I did not know that." She caressed my face. "How many did I have?"

"I wasn't counting. Were you?"

"No ... but it was lots ... lots..."

"Lori -- did you get a prescription from your gyno?"

"Yes..."

"Did you start taking it?"

"I can't until my next period ... which will be in a couple days, unfortunately ... or, fortunately depending on your viewpoint. The doctor wrote one for pills that'll give me only four periods a year. I'll be happy for that..."

"I'll grab a condom, then. I can't wait for the day when I can come inside you without one."

"That day's not far off," she replied.

I reached into her nightstand drawer. "Lori -- we're out of them."

"What?" She flung the drawer open and rummaged inside.

"I'm sorry -- I should've restocked the supply."

"I'm only a couple days from my period," she said. "It should be safe."

I shook my head. "I'm not taking a chance. I'm not ready to be a daddy. Maybe some day we'll want a child ... our child ... but not now. Too much is changing already. Let's not complicate it. I am so sorry, Lori. It's the man's duty to protect his woman and I let you down."

"Don't beat yourself up too badly... How about I do oral on you?" she asked.

I shook my head again. "I don't care for it."

"A guy who doesn't like blowjobs?"

"I don't like how it looks. I think it's demeaning to see a woman with a guy's dick in her mouth."

"Close your eyes."

I chuckled. "Did you ever try it the back way?"

"Anal? No..."

"I'm surprised. I figured every couple tried it at least once if only out of curiosity."

"Jack and I weren't original or adventuresome lovers. You and I have been more daring and we're just getting started."

"Are you willing to try it? I think I have a pretty good relationship with your orifice back there. You said you took an enema earlier. You should be good and clean."

"Clean as a whistle..." She gazed at me for a long moment and then nodded once. "I'll try it, but only because it's you and I trust you."

"I'll be real gentle."

"I know you will."

"I have an idea of how to make it a little more ... interesting..." I reached into her nightstand drawer, removed the vibrator and tested the battery. It seemed to have a full charge.

"You're not going to put that in there ... are you?"

"Of course not. I have other plans for this." I stepped out of bed and snatched the tube of Vaseline from her dresser.

"How do you want me?"

"Hands and knees... Actually I don't like doing it doggy-style because I think lovers should face each other as equals..."

"You keep amazing me."

"...but, in this case -- since it's the first time -- this is the best way." Lori got on her hands and knees. I folded the hem of her gown back to expose her gorgeous bottom. "I'm going to lube you and then I'm going to try to dilate you ... with my fingers. Let me know if something hurts."

"Rest assured."

I greased her anus and slid in my forefinger, up to the second knuckle and paused while I savored the warm velvet of her rectum. I could feel her pulse from a nearby artery. "Now, two fingers," I said and worked my first and second in as a pair. I spread them a bit and rotated my wrist. "You okay?"

"So far... Nothing hurts ... it feels kinda ... different..."

"I'm taking it slow. Now three..." I worked my first, second and third fingers into her and again rotated my wrist. "Just relax -- you're doing fine."

Her opening was now nearly the diameter of my organ. I smeared some Vaseline onto it, knelt behind her and adjusted my stance. "Now for the real me..." I put a hand on each of her buttocks and spread her wide. Leaning toward her I touched my tip to her now gaping hole and eased into her to glans depth. "Okay?"

"Okay."

"I'm going in a little deeper. Tell me if it's too much." I went in about half-way. "This is as far as I'm going. How's it feel?"

"Fine -- but please, no rough stuff back there."

"I'm not even going to try the old in-out. This is such a thrill, Lori -- I can barely hold back coming now."

I grabbed the vibrator and switched it on. Reaching under her belly I stroked her abdomen with it. "That tickles," she said.

"Do you think you can come again with this?" I asked.

"Maybe..." I ran the tip down her belly and between her legs. She jerked when it touched her clit. "Too much ... I'm tender from coming the first time."

I pressed the shaft between her labia. "How's this?"

"That's better..." Slowly I slid the vibrator back and forth along her slit, to deliver the more intense pulses at the gadget's tip to her clit. "Now it's starting to feel good," she said.

I continued, on each strok drawing it back slightly more than I was pushing it forth, until I was holding the device's tip against her clit. Her thighs began to tremble and she began panting. I cupped my left hand over her breast and felt her heart accelerating. "Oh, God," she gasped.

"Just let it happen, Lori..."

She made the guttural groan and then bit the side of her hand. I slid the rounded point down until I found the entrance to her vagina and pushed it in. The unit's buzzing grew muffled as I buried its tip deep inside her; and I could feel its impulses against my own glans, telegraphed through her internal tissues.

Lori continued moaning and gasping as I began a slow, gentle, circular in-out with the vibrator. She yelped, bit her hand and clawed at the sheets. All the while I could feel her pelvic muscles pulsing around my shaft and vibration against my glans. I wondered how long I could hold back.

Not long. "Lori," I grunted, "I'm coming..." I grabbed her waist and groaned as I ejaculated into her.

Then I gently withdrew from her, taking the vibrator with me and switched it off. Lori dropped to the mattress and rolled onto her back, still panting. I grabbed some facial tissues and began cleaning us both off.

"You should see what you look like back here," I said. "I can see straight into your rectum. Don't worry -- it'll go back to normal in a little while." I lay beside her and we kissed and caressed each other's faces. "Looks like we found another way to make you multi-orgasmic."

"Uh-uhn," she replied, catching her breath. "That wasn't multiple. That was one long one. You were pretty clever with that gadget."

"The rectum and vagina lie against each other. I thought with luck I could get both our spots at once."

"It certainly was different."

"When you started coming," I said, "I could feel it. I could feel your sphincter pulsing around me"

"I felt yours, too ... I felt you get bigger and firmer and I could feel you pumping into me."

"Would you do it again this way?"

She nodded. "I would. I wouldn't want a steady diet of it, but once in a while..."

"Was it good?" I asked.

"It was good..."

"Was it a naughty thrill?"

She bit her lip and nodded. "It was a thrill ... that was good and naughty."

"Stick with me, Lori -- we'll come up with enough naughty thrills for a lifetime together."

Disclaimer: As in my story Eleanor, this one features an alcoholic enema. As in Eleanor I feel obligated to remind the reader that these stories are fiction with fictional characters performing fictional acts, and they are written solely for the enjoyment of the reader. They do not represent scenarios that non-fictional characters (YOU) should attempt. Alcoholic enemas are dangerous and can be (have been) fatal.

That said, I realize some readers might be tempted to try it. A few have written me asking for advice. My best advice is, don't. You could end up dead. For anyone bound and determined to do it anyway, here are some never-dos you should consider:

• Never introduce liquor stronger than wine into the colon (you can cause serious tissue damage)
• Never take more alcohol in an enema than you can safely drink
• Never take an alcohol enema if you have been drinking or using other drugs.

Adhering to these never-dos won't guarantee you won't die, but will lessen the odds. --D