It had been over a week and I had not heard from the nurses. Had the labs showed something disqualifying? I was really getting worried; why hadn't they called. Surely they would let me know if I failed. Then, about 9:00 in the evening, the phone rang. It was Violet, "If you're still interested, you can come in for a real appointment. Your labs were fine, except for one item which we can discuss, and we can fix. I'm betting you have a lot of flatulence." "Why?" "Because your stool has unusually large infestations of a microorganisn called Acherons. They cause gas. No worries, we can fix it. Would it be OK for me to make a very unprofessional comment?" "I guess so, now you have me curious." "I really enjoyed pumping you full last week; you have a beautiful penis! It almost jumped of your pubes when that hot soapy water hit you." At this point, I realized that this was going to be more that a nurse/patient relationship. "Well, thank you! And that WAS a very unprofessional comment, but somehow I think you knew I wouldn't mind!" I laughed! "Thank you for understanding." she almost whispered, "I just had to say it." "By the way, I've been known to handle three quarts for twenty minutes while engaging in other activities with that organ. Just sayin!" "I will certainly keep that in mind the next time I need to install three quarts in you! Have you ever taken four? How did that go?" "Yes, a few times, but I can't hold four more that five minutes. I played with a Domme once who insisted I hold four for 15 minutes." "What happened?" "She had to take a shower because she got a brown one." "Eeeewwwww!"

"So, when shall I come in to get started?" "We are all three off Saturday night." "So, Saturday?" "I'm off again tomorrow night..." "OK, and you can handle the paperwork?" "Of course...but I usually let the patients wipe themselves!" she laughed. "I'll be there at 7:00!" "I'll have three quarts waiting for you. And if you're a good little boy, maybe you'll get a lollipop!" Then, almost as an afterthought, she said in a businesslike tone, "Actually, my sisters need to be there, so you need to come Saturday." "Awww, but I need help tomorrow night..." "Oh, you SHOULD come tomorrow night, but off the books. Not a word to Vanessa or Vickie!" "She said never to call her Vickie." "YOU can never call her Vickie, but Vann and I can." "What should I bring?" "Just bring yourself, and a full load, front and rear." "G'night, Violet!" " 'Til tomorrow, Charles!"