It was exciting, my first big move, and so far. All my life I had been a member of the church. Three times a week we went to services, and every special event. Dad's vacation each year was to go to the national conference. My mom made cookies for the bazaars, and taught the young women's group. My dad was an elder. It was natural that I would go to the churches college at the international headquarters. All the way across country my folks drove me that fall. From the northeast to California, and eternal sunshine. I loved it. Of course I was going for my MRS degree. That was decided before I ever left the house. All the church ministers went to that school, all of them. The plan of the church was to put all the young ministerial students in with the best of the church's young ladies and make marriages. I was fortunate to be selected as one of those best. I was pretty, with long brownish blond hair and green-gray eyes, and all the elders said I had a bewitching smile, and stare. I also had great grades and SAT scores.

After we arrived, I had never felt so alone in my life, as when I watched my parents station wagon pull out of the dorm parking lot and head back to Pennsylvania. It grew in me like a tidal wave, until Susan, my new room mate, pulled me off to the auditorium. It was the first big rally. They had these gorgeous young preachers that were building everyone up. I forgot about my homesickness - boys! I was like a sugar junky in a sea of candy. It was into the second semester before the realization that I couldn't have all of them set in. I was pure in body at least! And - my thoughts weren't dirty. I just saw myself as Mrs. Jones, Smith, Yoblonski, Richardson, Einhoff, etc., just with a different last name every few hours. I knew the one was there. John was tall, we went to the student center a lot together. Bill looked like Frankie Avalon, we went to the beach once. Herman was built like a bull, I watched him do his thing on the athletic field. So much candy, how was a girl to choose?

Jerry was not my pick, at least not at first. After all he was little. He was the same height as me and only out weighed me by a few pounds. How is a girl to be swept off her feet by a man her own size. He looked OK. Actually he had great shoulders and upper body. His legs though were really skinny. They had called him bird legs in the Coast Guard. He had just been released from active duty to start college and study to be a minister. It was his voice. He was originally from North Carolina, like Art. Art was my HS heart throb. He was so pretty, but most of all I loved to listen to him talk. Nothing is like a deep southern accent to a northern girl to make them think of romance. Art was like that. We talked often. He even danced with me a few times, but he never really noticed me. I noticed him. This little guy, sounded like Art, but that was where the resemblances ended, mostly for the good. Art was not a member of the church, nor was he religious at all. He played football and had the academic bent of a grasshopper. Jerry's dad was a minister. He had grown up in the church, and been called to the ministry. He got hurt once playing football when a big guy stepped on him. That was his only athletic achievement - a purple heart! He was a student though. While in service he completed almost two years of college, and even though he and I had been on campus the same length of time. He was a junior and I was a freshman.

What really got to me was that day in the auditorium. He was the student speaker. I had not listened to the voice that closely before. As I listened, I closed my eyes. So many times I had dreamed of Art holding me and talking like that. It opened my heart and other special places. The words were wonderful too. He just didn't talk like my dream boy, he talked. At first this little guy standing among all those hunks seemed out of place. Then he talked. As he talked he wrapped everyone around a dream, lifted them to heaven then set them back on earth still glowing with heavenly sunshine. He was a charmer, a spell binding speaker. The kind of minister all the girls dreamed of sitting in the front pew listening to adoringly with his babies lined up beside her. He was husband material.

I knew it. I set my hat for him. It took a little doing but I got him to ask me out. We hit it off on that first date and never went back. Three months later, neither of us looked at anyone else. Being a Vietnam vet, having served an enlistment, he was four years older than I, and had a car. It was in that car at the Dreamland Drive In Theater that we did a lot of talking, and other things. The talking just brought us closer and closer. The other things, well, we both had problems with. He never touched me anywhere inappropriate, but he sure did kiss me. We got hotter and hotter. I had never been with a man, and as a good girl was determined that my first love making would be on my wedding night. Jerry made that hard for me. He stirred in me feelings that I had not had before with a real boy - only imaginary ones! I was so relieved when he pulled back one night and told me he had never been with a woman either. It had been a little hard in the service. Some of the other men, said he was gay, or just stupid. He stuck to his convictions, though, and never drank, smoked or had sex. I was so pleased to know that. He knew that I was a virgin, but I told him again anyway and kissed him. I told him I wanted my first night to be on our wedding night, and waited for him to ask. He didn't. We kept on kissing and going together. I wanted him to asked me to marry him. Marriage seemed the logical solution.

He did ask me to go with him to meet his parents. His dad's church was about 400 miles north. We had a four day weekend. We too two more days off school, Thursday and Friday. We drove up after school on Wednesday, and got in late. His dad and sisters were there, but his mom was staying over with a sick parishioner. I had a chill on the way up and was really tired. I was asleep within half an hour on the extra bed in his younger sisters room.

When I woke up I had a fever, sniffles and felt awful, just the way I wanted to be on my first day with my potential in laws! Jerry's sister told him I was sick, and he was knocking on the door. "Are you decent?" Pulling up the blankets I said, "yes." He came in and set down on the bed beside me. He checked my forehead and confirmed that I had a fever. I had a cold. He came back a few minutes later and brought me some orange juice. He told me his mother would be in to take care of me in a few minutes. He would, but he had never taken care of any ladies, and he knew his mom wouldn't approve any way. I was curious what he meant. He said, "Oh, I was a corpsman, you know, but I only took care of other guys. There weren't any girls on my ship." I still didn't know what he was talking about. He told me I needed to stay in bed, keep warm, drink plenty of fluids - and of course, I would have a series of enemas.

That woke me up. A series of enemas, he explained would get rid of the waste products that were making me feel so bad. In getting rid of that, the GI tract would lose a lot of foreign proteins and that would make it easier for my immune system to recognize and attack the rhino viruses that were making me sick. The heat of holding an enema, the hydration and the alkalization from the baking soda in the enema would help too. I was very attentive. Peering intently from under my blanket into his deep brown eyes. I knew he was right, or at least it seemed logical. Still I had never had enemas for a cold before. I had had very few enemas. My grand mother gave me one when I was 9 and I had had a couple in the hospital when I was about 13 or 14, but not that many. The prospect scared me.

There were a couple of reasons to be afraid. I had come here to impress my future in laws. How could I be more impressive to my future mother in law than by lying there, with no panties on, a nozzle in my bottom, telling her I couldn't take anymore! This was hardly the first impression I had in mind. Second, something Jerry could have never known was really bothering me. I could feel myself getting a little moist down there, as he talked about all this. His voice was just so sexy to me. It was so sexy because in my imagination I always plugged Art's, now Jerry's voice in to my erotic dreams. No one could have known that a big fantasy of mine was for Art, now Jerry, to take me over his knee and give me a big enema. No one could have known that! I don't know why but somehow I had mixed up sex and enemas in my head after my hospital experience at puberty. I suppose it was to be expected. No one ever explained anything about sex to me. I didn't go to movies that showed anything and I was totally on my own when urges came. I had to put thoughts to them, the wrong thoughts. When ever I heard the word "enema", it grabbed my attention, and that was rare. I had had no more enemas after this age, but had always dreamed of having enemas. Now my future mother in law was about to pop in, say hi, glad to meet you, turn over! I was so afraid that I would expose my feelings. I was so afraid! Jerry just leaned over and kissed me on the forehead. "You will be alright"

I grabbed him and pulled him close to me. "Can't you do it?" I pleaded. He drew back, a funny look on his face. "Sure!" He replied, then said - "No! Mom is the only rear admiral around here, My love. She gives all the enemas, and takes care of everyone! I can't, and I don't think I could handle doing that to you. I mean, you know how I feel about you." I had been looking in his eyes with a complete pleading look. I dropped them, and nodded. I was so afraid I was going to blow it and his mom would see how I felt about enemas! I almost started to cry.

His mom strode into the room with a big smile. "You must be Sharon?" she asked, as if anyone else could be in the room. Jerry and I pried ourselves apart rather quickly. He stood up and his mom took his seat on the bed. She felt my head and took one look at me. "You have a cold!" she announced with no surprise to anyone. I nodded. "We will take care of you." streamed from her lips. It was a kind sentence. Gentle and soothing. I looked in her eyes and saw Jerry's compassion. I saw the origin of his nurturing nature. I knew I was in good hands, still afraid of my own reactions, but in good hands. She started asking questions as Jerry just stood silently at the end of the bed. She found out that I had been constipated for about three days. I was so nervous about meeting her, and Jerry's dad and family. It was one of my usual reactions.

She decided I needed to start with an oil enema, and left the room to get it. Jerry said, "That's my mom!" "She is nice, Jerry" I responded, then under my breath. "I still wish you were doing it." This time he looked at me with a little different look, and sat down beside me again. He started to kiss me. I pulled back. I didn't want to give him my cold. He told me it was too late. If I was going to give it to him, I already had. He kissed me, a deep passionate kiss, and told me he would someday. With this his mom returned with disposable enema and a towel. I looked at them both. I blinked. She told Jerry his presence was required anywhere else. We needed to be alone!

I was really nervous now. My pulse was up and my hands were shaking as I began to obey her orders. My panties and pajama bottoms were the first thing to go. She came to the other side of the bed and sat down behind me as I rolled on my left side. The touch of her hand on my bare bottom made me draw away for a second, then I relaxed back to her. I felt it slide in and a cool surge in my bowels. It only took her a few seconds to squeeze most of it into my rectum. Then she took it out. Just then Jerry's little sister came in. Her mouth dropped open. My eyes slammed shut. Her mother told her to wait a minute. She left the room. I was mortified. Her mom reassured me that she had seen enemas being given before. She had never seen ME having an enema, though. I had to have the towel under me and hold it for a while, till she was ready to give me another enema. The oil was to soften the hard feces, and needed time to work. Everyone was still in the house and she had to take care of them. After his sisters were gone to school, and we were alone, I would have the rest of my enemas. My sheets and blankets were drawn up and tucked around me. She smiled at me and told me she was glad I was there. I felt very mothered as she left the room.

Jerry's sister came back in to get some things for school and apologize for walking in on us. She reaffirmed Jerry's observation, that her mom gave great enemas, and that it was no big deal in their house. I was sort of reassured. She left for school and told Jerry he could come in. He asked if I were alright. I pouted a little, and told him I was feeling ok, for a girl that had just been given an enema! He just smiled. He knew it would all work out. We held hands and talked. His mom was nice. I liked his family. I hoped they liked me. So far they had seen more of my backside than anyone ever had, so if they liked me they liked me! He stayed with me a few more minutes then his mother said she needed him to run to the drug store for something. He left me alone with his mom. She had gotten breakfast in everyone else and six ounces of oil in me. Breakfast dishes were done. The reverend was off for his Thursday morning breakfast meeting with a group of other clergymen, and the girls were on their way to school. It was the first time alone with my future mother in law, or at least my future mother in law, I hoped. It had been over 1/2 hour since I had the oil enema and it was working in me. I had let a little of it slip out. It was much harder to hold than a water enema. It wasn't the urgency. It was just that I couldn't feel it slipping out. It did seem to have worked its way deeper up in side of me with time though.

This time she came back in carrying a bag enema with a soapy enema in it. She said soap in enemas wasn't good, but it was a smaller enema, about a quart and a half, and it would help wash the oil out and mix it better, then I would have a more real enema. I was constipated. I knew it would be hard to take. She had to stop once and let me catch my breath as I took it Then she got it all in. The soap made me want to go to the bathroom more, I had some cramps. She made me hold it for five minutes. I was out of bed in a flash when she told me I could go. I cleared out a lot of the constipation, and felt better. I had to make three runs to the toilet and each time got out more solids. Each time I felt better than before. It was about an hour before she thought it was time again.

This time as I laid curled up under a couple of extra blankets, I was feeling particularly warm and snuggy. I heard water running. It wasn't long before she brought in a big container of water and a Higginson syringe. It is a double hose with a bulb in the middle. One end would go in the bucket of water, the other in me, then she would pump the enema in with the bulb. I got in position on my left side with my knees bent and my night gown around my waist. The bucket felt warm behind my knees, and she left the covers over my calves and lower legs. Then she put a comforter over the top of me, just leaving my bare bottom and a little legs showing. It was a snug way to have an enema, and I was getting used to her care. She purged the air out of the syringe, a little Vaseline, and we were ready to go.

Her hand on my bottom and the little quiver as it slid in were more familiar now. I liked her enemas. I had put away any sexy thoughts and it just felt good. She squeezed the bulb and I felt it. I felt every time she pumped as the enema began to surge into my rectum. I lay there in an intent state of awareness. Warmth spread up my side with the surges. I could feel it working its way up my colon. She rested her hand on the side of my hip and began to rock me like a baby cradle, all the time keeping the pumping going. It was so relaxing until little rivers of water began to lick at the inside of my anus. The urge to go seemed to be building with each pump. I began to fight the urge, I couldn't relax enough to let my bottom rock as she continued to push on my hip. The pumping stopped and she asked if I were having trouble. I told her I thought I definitely could go to the bathroom. She laughed a little, and said she knew, but this time I had to have my colon completely filled. She rubbed my stomach for a minute. There was a big rumble and the urges faded. I relaxed again. The pumping started again. It must have taken us 15 minutes. Finally I reached a point that no breaks helped. I just had to go to the rest room. I always had to go to the rest room. I really wanted to go to the rest room! My calves started quivering She said, "I think that is enough!" I could have told her that five minutes ago. Now we were both sure! I started to get up. She stopped me with a firm hand on my shoulder."You have to hold it 15 minutes!" she ordered.

Up to this point, all the conversations with this woman, that I so desperately wanted to impress, had to do with how much water I could hold in my colon. She removed the nozzle, bucket and left the towel under me. As I rolled over on my back she raised the covers to over my pelvis and restored some of my dignity. We could look each other in the eye as she lightly massaged my abdomen. I could tell we were going to talk. She asked if I loved, Jerry. I told her very much. She smiled. "He loves you, too!" We had a long talk in that 15 minutes. Actually, I think it was more like half an hour. I learned a lot about him from his mothers perspective. Surges kept pushing at my anus, and made me quiet at times. She used these to make loving points about her son and how wonderful a boy he had been. I soaked it up. When it was over, she knew I loved him as she wanted him loved, that I was a nice girl and that I could hold about three and a half quarts of warm water in my colon. It was time to get rid of the water. Three trips to the bathroom again, and I was ready for a nap. I was asleep when Jerry got back from the drug store.

I don't know how long I slept. The first thing I remembered was waking up with Jerry's face in mine. He was smiling, "How are you feeling, sleepy head?" I was better. I felt better anyway. My nose was still running a bit. The headache and aches were gone, and I felt human again. He eased me up. I hugged him. "Juice?" I gulped it all down. She gave us a few minutes alone, then with the same big smile she had the first time I saw her, she came back into the room. It was time for another enema. I got up to urinate, then having no other excuse, reason or desire to postpone the treatment, went back to bed. It was pretty much a repeat of the last enema, except this time there was a surprise. She gave me my first gift. It wasn't Christmas, my birthday or anything. She just said I needed it. Most gifts get wrapped up. This one she filled. The first time I saw it, it was full and bulging. She had sent Jerry for it. A four quart combination hot water bottle, enema, douche set. This time it was set up for the enema. We were going to try to get it all in me. It didn't have the surges that the Higginson did but was just as effective. I almost got it all, but the last cupful or two were just too much.

This time when I got it all in, she covered my nakedness and Jerry came back in. His mother left us alone. It was a sure bet there would be no hanky-panky even though I was in bed with no panties. I could barely move, and surges of water in my rectum were constant. He rubbed and scratched my back as the warm baking soda water in my colon worked its magic. I was so relaxed. I felt so loved. I just melted. It wasn't a sexual experience at all. I had had no problems with that. I just felt so loved. He said it. I just leaned over and lay next to me and said, "I love you" I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair. "I love you, too" Then the big surprise. "Will you marry me?" "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" I exploded, almost losing the enema. It was the most romantic moment of my life. I cried. "I love you" were everywhere. We kissed and kissed. He cried too. I didn't know so many tears could be shed in happiness. "Yes" he shouted. His mother heard the commotion and came back in the room and saw the tears of joy in our eyes. He bounded to her and hugged her - "She is going to marry me!" He bubbled to his mother. She hugged him, hugged me and cried with us.

Years later, my daughter would ask me, "Mom, what was the first thing you wanted to do after Dad proposed?" That was easy - Go to the bathroom! I know a lot of boys get sick to their stomaches when they propose. I had to go to the bathroom, but then again how many girls get asked when they are holding a four quart enema? I was too happy to be sick, but I was. I was better, but I was still sick. Everyone hovered over me that day. I barely had enough privacy for me to have one more cooler enema. His dad congratulated us. His sisters were so excited It was a very very happy time.

That June, we married. We flew back to Pennsylvania for the service. His dad performed it. His sisters were my brides maids. We honeymooned at Niagara. That first night was wonderful, as have been thousands of the nights since then. For two people that didn't know what we were doing, we did alright. I got constipated as usual. And he did give me an enema before we went to bed. It was over his knee with the big bag his mother gave me. It was the first over the knee enema I had had since I was 9 years old. It was wonderful. I was experiencing the first night of my life as a married woman. I didn't feel like a married woman in that moment. I felt like a very loved little girl. Jerry brought me back to the present. He did get excited, and was embarrassed. I just smiled at him and told him, I am your wife. It is OK to be excited! I smiled a little more, sat up enough to kiss him, and told him it wouldn't be ok not to be! He started to rub my back while I was holding it, but we just ended up cuddling. He held me so tenderly and kissed me so gently that you would never have known we were just married. I wanted him - after the enema was over. When it was all out, we made love. It hurt a little. My hymen was very much intact until then. It was the most wonderful feeling. Afterwards we just held each other for hours, his bare chest touching mine, me snuggled under his arm, my head resting on his shoulder. I fell asleep listening to his heart beat, as I have most nights since then. We made love again, then a few more times that night just for practice. What ever we did. We did it right. I was pregnant when we got back from our honeymoon. Life has been wonderful. All total we had four children. Jerry has been the pastor at 5 churches and we have loved our lives together.

For all the stories about mother in laws, I must say, for me I have never had such a wonderful relationship with another woman. She has been my best friend next to my husband, and I never stop thanking God for bringing her and her son into my life. There is so much more to tell. I wish I had time. However we have a guest coming. My son is bringing his girl friend home from college and I have to get everything ready for her.