Cutting To The Chase

The photo shoot for the 'parts gig' went off without a hitch. Tedious and hours and hours of adjusting the lighting .. making sure the lighting wasn't too harsh .. and on and on. It just took time and eventually we were done with it. Now we turned our thoughts to putting together still life and figure study classes.

Gail was in on the planning and had a lot of good ideas. We finally had a 'class outline' put together and now all that was left was to advertise and get our students. Since she had a busy schedule herself and we had some other shoots too .. we were finally able to come up with a date for our first life study class.

We had inquiries almost from the first and we had some interest shown from a media instructor at a local community college and who was also an amateur photographer. We limited the class size to 10 and didn't have much trouble filling it up. We did have an age requirement of no one younger than 18 since there would be some nudity involved. We also wanted serious students and asked for samples of their photographs .. a portfolio of sorts .. and after a couple of weeks we signed up 12 students. We went with 12 thinking that some of them would not be able to make the class just because life is life and things come up.

It would be a 2 day class and Gail was available to model for both days and it would be held on a weekend since most of the students had 'real' jobs. It was all set.

The Friday before the class Gail called my husband and told him she would be flying in to the local airport and would need a ride to our place where we were going to hold the class. He asked her if she would like to have us book her a room or she was free to stay in my office / getaway over our studio. It would save her having to rent a car and get up extra early since we lived out and away from the city .. another reason I thought the class would have fewer than those accepting.

My husband and I drove to the local airport to meet her plane. We were both surprised to see a twin engine plane land and we watched as it taxied to where the planes parked. It is a small airport and the pilot was waving to us as the plane was parking. It was a woman pilot. Looked a lot like Gail. It was Gail! I did not know this. There was a lot I did not know about this woman.

We waited as she did whatever she had to do to park the plane and whatever it is they do to permit her to keep the plane at the airport. I have no clue about those things. She did and I suppose that is all that mattered.

We drove her back to our place and there was still quite a bit of daylight left. My husband helped her unload her luggage and took it up to my sanctuary above the studio. My husband looked like he was telling her about how we had converted an old barn into a studio and that I had insisted on making the hayloft into my own personal space to get away from all of the 'boys'. He told her I call it my sanctuary because it is totally devoid of testosterone and someplace I can call my own.

My husband set down her stuff and then boogied out of there since it was pretty much 'no-mans' land and I showed her where every thing was. I was a little embarrassed when I took her into 'my' bathroom and realized I had forgot to take down my enema bag from the shower door where it was drying out. She could tell I was a little embarrassed but smiled and said that she 'indulged' too.

She said that while we were 'on the subject' she liked how my sink had a spout that would allow her to fill up her bag and not have to maneuver it around to get it full or use a cup or glass to top it off. She asked me if I had that in mind when I remodeled this old barn. She was so matter of fact about asking me and seemed to be taking for granted that I did enemas. I found that a little .. I don't know what I was thinking really .. I wanted to feel embarrassed but instead I immediately got the idea that I was talking to a kindred spirit who was completely at ease about enemas. She also understood about wanting a place she could call her own because she was pretty much what she went through with her 'guys.'

I took my enema bag off of the shower door and hung it behind the door as she went out to the bedroom to do some unpacking I thought. It wasn't but a couple of minutes when she walked back in the bathroom carrying her own enema bag and she went right to the sink. I just stood there and probably had my mouth hanging open as she started up the water and was testing it for the right temperature. It was like it was no big deal for her and I remember thinking .. 'just who is this chick?'

She got the water to the temperature that she wanted and started filling her bag and she looked at me and said that this was 'sure handy' and made it easier and told me that was a nice touch. I nodded and told her that it made things a lot easier and watched her as she filled her bag to the top. As it was filling she asked me how often I did my enemas and I told her that if I was lucky I took one every morning after my boys were off to school and that it was a crap shoot when they weren't in school. She said she was a morning enema person too but that right now she wanted to have one because flying always dehydrates her and is generally hard to keep regular.

I was really liking this woman who was apparently accustomed to having to deal with 'men' in her life and who appreciated having a place to call her own .. and who didn't throw a fit when enemas were mentioned. I honestly did not know what to think about her .. I was fascinated by how open she was. I was feeling very self conscious though .. because she would have to repeat what she said quite a few times before I got the full gist of the conversation. I was feeling very uneasy about this and at that point in my life .. I was feeling very self conscious about losing my hearing. I apologized to her as she finished filling the bag and was looking for someplace to hang it. She looked directly at me and my eyes .. her eyes were beautiful .. and touched my cheek with her free hand and told me to stop apologizing .. she had no problem at all.

Looking back .. when she touched my cheek .. I don't know what I felt just then .. whether it was her being so understanding of my being hard of hearing .. or knowing about enemas .. or knowing what it is to live with all those males .. or just what .. but I felt like crying right then. I think she saw that too .. and maybe she was feeling the same way. I didn't have time .. then .. to sort that out because she asked me where she might hang her bag to have her enema. That was easy I told her and we stepped into the bedroom and I showed her a hook hanging over the bed. She nodded her head in approval and looked at me an smiled and said 'sweet' and that she had a similar set up at her home .. and that great minds think alike.

I told her that I used a small luggage or case cord .. a bungee kind of cord but fairly short .. 12 inches or so that stretched to maybe 2 feet .. to hang my bag from so it wouldn't be so high. She said she just used a loop of heavy string but liked my idea and I handed it to her after I got it out of the night table drawer. I then watched as she began to hang the case cord and then her enema bag when I thought about getting her a couple of towels and I went and got them out of my linen closet. Her enema bag was hanging over the bed when I came back and told her that I thought she might like to use them and she thanked me for them.

I looked at her enema bag hanging there where mine always hung and it was one of those amber latex open top travel syringes with the amber colored tubing and the curved black douche pipe like my mother used to have and which I had always wished I could find. I told her that it had been a long time since I had seen one of those and she held it up to let me hold it and told me it had been her mother's but that the bag was fairly new. I nodded my head approvingly and gave her a smile and it hadn't occurred to me that .. maybe .. just maybe .. she was ready for her enema and that I should probably scoot on out of there.

I smiled awkwardly .. like a dumb ass .. when I finally got a clue and told her I would let her get on with her enema and that dinner would be in a couple of hours .. out of a can .. defrosted .. or whatever was available and left over after a day left unguarded around the 'boys.' I saw her smile and laugh and she was so beautiful just then .. she said 'just like home!' I did not want to leave. And for a second .. I felt like she didn't want me to leave either .. kind of like .. we were two people .. mom's .. of boys / guys .. and I wanted to get to know her better.

I started to turn to go and was looking away as I did when she reached out and touched my arm and kept her hand there as I turned toward her to see what she was saying .. and she looked like she was trying to think of something and finally just said she'd like to just keep on talking and .. well .. would I like to stay? She quickly said that she could take her enema later or .. maybe .. she could wear a robe or shirt .. or something .. but would I like to stay? And talk?

I told her .. to my surprise .. I would like to stay and talk .. and I really did. But I understood about her enema and if she needed privacy I could step out .. and come back later .. but .. and here's the thing that surprised me when I said it .. I would like to stay. Gail smiled at that and started looking for something to wear when she took her enema. Another thing that surprised me to no end was when I told her .. 'I like to have my enemas naked.'

Gail looked at me and saw that maybe I was becoming aware of something about myself that maybe I didn't know existed right then.

I unashamedly watched her take off her clothes .. and she knew it .. maybe liked it .. and there I was .. right there watching her lube her nozzle .. lay on the bed .. me laying down on the other side .. fully clothed .. and then her .. reaching around behind her and slipping the nozzle into her.

Gail was naked on the bed next to me. Her enema bag swaying above her hips. Us talking about everyday things. And me … looking at her … her enema bag .. back at her nakedness .. and into her eyes .. and wondering .. 'what the hell am I doing here?'