

                    Jess and Lori
                         "D"



This story includes situations of an adult nature that
may not be appropriate for all readers.

Please note that all characters and situations are fictional and
provided solely for the enjoyment of readers.

Any resemblence to
real persons is coincidence and strictly in the mind of the beholder.

The part of 11-year-old Jess in the story was portrayed by a very
young-looking 18-year-old actress.


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

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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 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."  

"What do you say to your uncle?" Lori asked.  

"Thanks Unca-D ... g'night..." Lori adjusted the  bedcovers and Jessica lay 
clutching her new toy. I stepped into the hallway and Lori switched off the 
light.     



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."  
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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."  

"You're right -- I could feel the temperature change,  and I knew I was getting 
rid of the first one." She ran her  hands along her sides. "I feel so good inside, 
now... I feel  relaxed. It's a wonderful feeling."  

"Didn't I tell you so? You should sleep well tonight.  I should be on my way. 
I'll run upstairs and fetch my case."     



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..."  

"Tears of joy," she replied.   

We embraced and kissed, and I held her against me with her leg wrapped around 
mine. We fell asleep in each other's arms  and slept entwined 'til dawn.   



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."  

"No, she has not."  

"Shall we retire to your boudoir, my dear?" I asked.  

"I thought you'd never ask..."           



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.  

She flopped onto her back. "Thought I was gonna thow up.  How can alcohol make 
me stick to my somach if I dint drink it?"  

"It's probably affecting the vomit center in your brain  stem. Lots of drugs 
can do that. Here..." I opened my arms to  her. "Cuddle, relax, and go to sleep." 




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.   

Of course I had fallen in love with Jessica when I first  held her as an infant. 
If I ever had a kid, I wanted a little  girl just like Jessica. The thought 
she might be mine, too was  almost too much to contemplate.  

There was just one problem nagging me. It felt too good to  be true. And I know 
when something's too good to be true ...  usually it isn't.              



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."  

I picked up my tool case and  headed for the door. "I promised Jess tomorrow 
night I'd help  her finish Andrea. When I make a promise I intend to keep it. 
I'll come after dinner and stay out of your way. If you don't  want me to come, 
tell me now ... or phone ... leave voice mail,  or send me an email. If I don't 
hear from you I'll be here, and  then I'll leave you alone. You can explain 
it to Jessica."  

I drove home in a black mood. "Too good to be true," I  muttered. "That test 
never fails."      



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."  
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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; 
and 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      


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