Angie and I dressed. Most of her modesty had vanished, and as was

evident, I had displayed little of it thus far.

Lolita, Angie and I then proceeded to drive to a nice, little known

Italian restaurant where we had a sumptuous meal at a secluded table in

the rear of the establishment. It was during this period that Lolita and

I learned of Angie’s background.

“I was born to a family which was deeply entrenched in a fundamentalist

Christian religion. My parents were very strict throughout my entire

childhood. My younger sister and I were not allowed to socialize with

children who weren’t members of our church, which we were forced to

attend three times a week. My mother, my sister and I wore only plain

clothes with long sleeves and long skirt lengths. Make-up was out of the

question. We wore scarves on our heads whenever we were in public, which

wasn’t very often. We had no TV at home, and the only music we were

allowed to listen to was gospel singing.”

She continued: “The church taught us that a woman’s place was strictly

in the home. Education for us was home-based, and rooted in the church’s

interpretation of the bible. I was resigned in the knowledge that, when

I turned sixteen, I would be married to a boy I already knew, and that

my lot was to be a good wife to him and that I would mother his

children.”

“As fate would have it, when I was fifteen, my father had a family

emergency which required his and my mother’s presence out of state. They

chose to leave my sister and myself behind. She was to stay with a

family of fellow church members who could only accommodate one of us. I

ended up staying with my aunt Suzanne, who lived here in town. That stay

changed my life.”

“My aunt Suzanne was not a member of the church, though she was a good

Christian woman. However, she was wise to the world. She was widowed at

a young age, with no children, and had never remarried, but chose to

live alone and independently. She had a large and wonderful circle of

friends and, thus, an active social life. During my stay with Aunt

Suzie, I learned about a whole different world outside the isolated one

I had been raised in. One of her friends had a daughter my age, Chrissy,

and we became friends. Chrissy attended public school and led a normal,

happy teenager’s life. She was shocked when I told her of the fate which

was in store for me. I was, in turn, envious of the life she led. During

my stay with Aunt Suzie, a seed of rebellion was planted in my brain.”

“When my parents returned home, I announced that I didn’t want to marry

at sixteen, and that I wanted to finish my education at the local high

school. My parent’s reaction was predictable. My father took me on his

lap and spanked me viciously while my mother knelt beside me and prayed

for me. I was ordered never again to have such ‘sinful’ thoughts.

Further arguments on my part only elicited further spankings.”

“Months passed, and preparations began for my upcoming wedding. I knew

that I would not be able to tolerate the life which my parents had in

store for me, so I decided to run away. One night, after my parents had

gone to bed, I went in the kitchen and took my mother’s ‘milk money’, as

she called it, and snuck out, taking with me only as much as I could

carry in a small grip. I really had no plan, but knew I had to get away

from what I percieved as a terrible fate.”

“The money I had stolen was barely enough for a bus ticket to town where

my aunt Suzanne lived. That’s where I went, and, so, early in the

morning, I found myself at her doorstep.”

“My aunt insisted, despite my pleas to the contrary, on calling my

parents and telling them where I was. I imagined myself having to go

home to more spankings. But my father’s reaction to my disappearance

came as a surprise. He told my aunt that I was no longer welcome under

his roof, and that, as far as he and my mother were concerned, I no

longer existed.”

Angie started crying. “I’m sorry,” she sobbed, “I’ve never told anyone

about this.”

Lolita pulled a handkerchief from her purse and gave it to Angie. “It’s

O.K. to cry, baby. That was a terrible thing to go through.” She added:

You don’t have to go on if you don’t want to, but it would be good for

you if you did.”

Angie dabbed at her tears and sniffled.

“So Aunt Suzie took me in and became my ‘Mom’. I started attending

public high school, and renewed my friendship with Chrissy. I met some

boys and dated a few times, but was considered a misfit because of my

naiveté. To this day, I have never had sex. It turned out that my home

schooling was far ahead of the educational level for my age group, so

most of the courses I took were advanced placement. I also joined the

girls’ basketball and soccer teams. Coupled with the athletics which I

was pretty good at, and good academics, I was able to get a nice

scholarship to State. Aunt Suzie was so proud of me. And she doted on

me, giving me all the love she would have given the child she never had.”

“Then, during the first semester of my senior year at State, Aunt Suzie

had a severe stroke and passed on. Once again I was alone. My parents

attended the funeral but refused to even acknowledge my presence. They

even chided my sister Beth when she tried to approach me.”

Angie started crying again. “I’m sorry....”

“S’O.K., Angie,” I said, gently. “It’s O.K. to cry when you feel like

crying...”

Angie dried her tears and sniffled a couple more times. “I’m sorry. I

didn’t mean to unload on you like this.”

“Go ahead, sweetie,” Lolita said, “It’ll be good for you.”

There was a lull, as Angie composed herself.

“Well, it turned out that Aunt Suzie had left her entire estate to me,

so I was able to finish college, living in reasonable comfort. And here

I am.” She gave a half-hearted smile, teary-eyed.

There was a lull. Finally, I said: “Angie, you have a good life ahead of

you. There’s no sense dwelling in the past.”

Lolita said: “He’s right. You’re young, you’re pretty, you’re

intelligent, and you’re educated. There’s no reason you can’t have a

good life now.”

Then she changed the subject: “Well... who’s for desert? They have an

excellent ‘Tiramisu’ here.

We left the restaurant satisfied from a good meal. Before we got into

the car, Angie came to me and gave me a hug. “Thanks for listening.”

I held her at arm’s length. “You feel better?

Angie smiled, and nodded.

Angie hugged Lolita. “Thanks.”

“O.K. baby...Any time.”

As we drove back to Lolita’s, she suggested: “How about a swim?” I was

then reminded that she had suggested packing trunks.

“Where? The beach?” Angie asked

“Lord!” exclaimed Lolita. “I forgot to show you the back yard at the

house! There’s a nice pool and a hot tub!”

Arriving back at Lolita’s, we all changed into our swim attire. I had an

ordinary blue pair of boxer-style trunks.

Angie now wore a no-nonsense one-piece black swimsuit. Plain as her suit

was, it failed to conceal a curvaceous and well-toned athletic body.

But Lolita... she now had on a swimsuit which could have been held

entirely in one closed fist. It was a fluorescent orange string Bikini

which did little to hide her luscious body. Thongs held together small

patches which barely covered her nipples or her lower privates. It was

evident that she either trimmed or shaved her pubis. The bright orange

contrasted heavily against her Aztec skin.

Lolita’s back yard was all but consumed by the pools, which were

surrounded by a sidewalk, some lush ornamental plants, and a high wooden

privacy fence. The pool was of the kidney-shaped variety, and the hot

tub sat nested in the crook of the kidney, a level a few inches higher,

and it spilled over into the pool.

The water temperature was quite comfortable. I did a couple of quick

laps, and so did Angie, while Lolita just treaded water in the deep end,

relaxing.

Soon the three of us were sitting in the hot tub, and the subject of our

enema schooling came up. We reviewed what we had done, with Lolita

quizzing us about the techniques she had shown us.

“Now, unless you don’t feel ready, you will each give the other an

enema.”

Angie and I looked at one another, saying nothing.

“Don’t worry,” Lolita continued. “I’ll be there to supervise.”

I gave Angie my soft look, and winked. She blushed.

“O.K. with me” I said.

“O.K.” said Angie, smiling nervously.