My last enema was right after July 4th so you might say that I was about due for one. What made yesterday so compelling is that it was hotter than the blazes here, so much so that sitting on the deck in the shade was unbearable. There I was in just a swimsuit with the sweat just rolling off of me so I retreated to the house where I sat in the living room reading. Let me say that being sweaty and sitting on leather furniture means that your body just sticks to it and it's ugly. That's when it seemed just logical to take a shower. When I went into the bathroom and ran the water I peeled off the swimsuit as I waited.
Anyone who knows me can probably guess what came next. Yes, I spied the enema can and concluded that being clean on the outside was only one half of the job, being clean on the inside seemed just too logical. It only took a few minutes to set up the can, lie down on the rug, insert the nozzle and enjoy the experience. Let's say I savored every minute of the enema flowing in and took my time doing so. Then after waiting at least five minutes, I removed the nozzle and moved to the potty. Yes, not more than 15 minutes later I was clean on the inside and took my shower. A clean swimsuit later I was back in the living room with my book, but had also taken a moment to pour myself a nice glass of chilled Riesling. Life was good and I was much more comfortable.