(Final part for now. I need a little break. I'll work on some new stories though. Thanks for all your feedback.)

January 1928. It’s the second day of snow, today it’s been falling down to the earth so quickly Emmie could barely see the barn only 60 feet away from the house. She was cleaning in the kitchen with her aunt while Danny worked on some paperwork in his office.

“Auntie who’s that?” she said confused, seeing a man on a horse, battered by the weather.

“I don’t know Emmie… What could he be out in this for?”

“Doctor! Lizzie! Emmie, Paul, Anyone!” they heard through the silence of the storm.

“It’s Mary’s dad!” Emmie yelled out rushing outside as her husband did also. They met him at the door covered in snow.

“Get inside Mr Mason!” Danny yelled out. “What’s going on?”

“Mary has been sick since yesterday but getting worse… A lot worse I’m afraid she’ll die if you can’t help her, please come i know it’s dangerous but please.”

“It’s Mary we have to go!” Emmie blasted out. “We need to go!”

Doctory Danny Richardson stood there in silence for a moment. Mary’s mother died a few weeks before Emmie moved to town and was the first person in town Danny couldn’t help. Those memories hung heavily on him. Mary was just a lost 16 year old at the time and the only girl with 3 younger brothers. Emmie herself feeling a bit lost took on a big sister role for her. Over the last two years they had grown to be the closest of friends.

“What’s the matter Mr Mason?”

“Mary, she passed out yesterday and had a high fever, vomited a few times and today I think she’s delirious.” He said nearly in tears. “I just can’t lose her. Please hurry.”

“OK No way we are driving there today. Emmie get your uncle to hitch up that sleigh he has, then get dressed in your warmest. I’ll get my things. Mr Mason please warm up here for a bit. I don’t want you to get sick now…”

Within 20 minutes Emmie and Danny where off in the storm barely able to see more than a short distance in front of them. Finally arriving some time later covered in snow and ice themselves. They rushed to the door as Mary’s youngest brother Billy, a shy 12 flung the front door open.

“Doctor.. Emmie! My brother’s are with her… Where is pa?”

“He’s on his way Billy. Don’t worry we are here.” Emmie said concerned.

“Up stairs please hurry.” He grabbed the doctors hands and rushed him up the stairs Emmie following quickly.

When they entered her room they saw a terrible site. Mary’s brother looked terrified as they sat around her… She was white as a ghost and covered in sweat. Her reddish hair matted down. “We were about to change her sheets she keeps wetting herself…” he oldest brother said softly. Doctor richardson moved closer as Mary and noticed she was clutching a well worn child’s stuffed lamb. “Our mother gave that to her when she was a little girl… she won’t let go.”

“Mary? It’s Emmie. Can I see your lamb?” Mary rolled on her side toward Emmie and started quietly singing Mary Had A Little Lamb.

“Boys, can you leave us? We’ll change the sheets for you ok? Keep the fires burning and I’ll send Emmie down when we need you ok?” They nodded and walked off. “Emmie, can you get her out of that night gown?”

Emmie pulled back the sheets and helped Mary to stand up. “Mary lets get you out of this wet clothing ok?”

“Oh are we going skinny dipping again? It’s a nice summer night.”

“Yes Mary, here let me help you.” she said pulling the night gown over her head and helping her sit back down.

“We can’t have boys here!” Mary laughed out seeing Danny walking over with his stethoscope. “I guess we were bound to get caught… The fun is over.” she said half passing out again.

“Emmie dear, hold her up for me?” he asked putting the stethoscope on her chest. “Her heart is strong. That’s good. Mary can you take a deep breath for me?”

Mary took a deep breath then looked at him. “Danny! Spying on us swimming? How dare you!” then with a chuckle “Well I’m sure Emmie doesn’t mind.”

“No Mary it’s OK, I’m making sure your healthy.”

She managed a nod as he moved away and took her blood pressure. “Her vital signs are ok… it’s this fever… Emmie can you get her on her side or stomach for me?” Emmie nodded and helped her friend onto her side as Danny tried warming the thermometer in his hands a bit.

“OH Emmie your beau is going to check my fever I think.” Mary said “I think Emmie likes you doing that. She brings up your first “visit” all the time!” She said rolling over in the bed unable to stay still.

“Mary, can you lay still for me?” But instead of doing so she started to get up again. “Mary? Mary?” But as she stood Dr Richardson pulled her close and sat at the edge of the bed. “You need to stay still Mary… Let’s try this..” he said pulling her naked body over his lap.. He gently spread her buttocks as Emmie looked on once again a little bit excited to see her husband taking control like that.

Then as the termometer entered her back side. “Oh I told her you do that to all the people but never brought us gifts or visit after… And Emmie has nice boobs don’t ya think? You two should get married.”

“Mary! And we did you were there!” Emmie yelled out embarrassed

Laughing “So you finally got to have some alone time with Emmie’s boobies?”

“Mary! Please!”

“Well your fever is 104.8 so… that explains this.” Doctor Richardson said taking the thermometer from her bottom himself trying not to laugh.

“Will she be OK?” Emmie asked as Mary went back to holding her lamb.”She’s usually the quiet one…”

“Well I am sure she’s dehydrated, we just need to hope this fever breaks tonight. We can’t get her to a hospital. I hope it’s just the flu. Emmie, would you be willing to give your friend a nutrient enema?”

“What’s that?” Emmie asked

“It’s an enema that has nutrients in it like salts and sugars. Might help her feel better. I have no way of giving anything intravenously so if she doesn’t improve we can try a murphy drip.”

“And what’s that?” Emmie asked

“It’s like a long slow enema to keep Mary hydrated. Can you get her sheets changed to something dry… and help her get a dry night gown on.. I’ll go mix the enema.” Emmie nodded as he left the room.

“I’m sure you’re going to be fine Mary. Let’s get you cleaned up and into something dry.”

“I think the doctor really likes you. My pa said his pa was telling him all about you from the moment you met.”

“I know Mary we got married remember?”

“And you wouldn’t stop talking about him seeing you naked.” she laughed again. “Oh yeah the wedding I remember now!”

“Mary please. Here let me help you get this on ok?”

“OH Emmie.” she said abruptly passing out into her arms.

“Mary? Mary?”

“I’m OK just dizzy! Oh it’s too cold for skinny dipping.. And the boys caught us. We should get dressed.”

Emmie helped Mary into her nightgown and back into bed when Dr Richardson returned with a clyster syringe filled with a warm solution. “Emmie, give Mary this enema and have her hold it in as long as she can ok? At least 10 minutes dear.”

“What me?” she asked surprised. “I thought you’d just want me here but…”

“I need to get some medications ready and I think Mary would mind less if you did it.” Emmie nodded and took the clyster from her husband. He turned and walked out of the room slowly closing the door.

“Mary… I.. Need… to give… you… an enema…” but Mary just laid there half asleep holding her stuffed lamb again. So Emmie pushed up her nightgown as best she could exposing her from the waist down. “Mary, can you lay on your side for me maybe?” she said unsure of herself.

Mary did silently and Emmie grabbed a pair of her husband’s gloves… she put them on and was a bit shocked as to how big they were on her. She wasn’t really sure what to do next so she gently positioned her friends knees up to her chest the best she could… then looking at the clyster and her friend’s bottom, and back at the clyster’s nozzle. Wasn’t sure how comfortable it would be to just push inside.

“Mary dear, please forgive me…” she said meekly putting a large amount of glycerine lubricant on her index finger and firmly buy slowly pressing it against her friend’s anus… Without much resistance her finger started to slide in.

“Emmie! That’s where I poop from!” her friend yelled out in shock as Emmie put her other hand on her hip so she couldn’t move away.

“It’s OK Mary please… Here… Just.” she studdered back, quickly pulling her finger out and pushing the clyster in… she quickly started pressing the plunger down…

“Oh Golly! That feels strange...”

“Yes Mary, it’s OK just… when I take it out try and hold it all in… OK?” Mary nodded and Emmie slowly took it from her and they both stayed perfectly still for a few moments...Mary suddenly realizing she had just had her finger inside her best friend’s bottom because her husband told her to… She really wasn’t sure how she felt about it other than she felt something.

“I’ve got to poo really bad Emmie!”

“Hold it in Mary… Just hold it in..”

“How long?”

“A few minutes. You can do this and you’ll feel better.”

“I can’t Emmie!”

“Please, we don’t want to do this again now do we?”

“No no…” The minutes ticked on silently. Mary still just laying there trying to hold in her enema the best she could. Finally she sprung up. “I just can’t” and she dashed over to the chamber pot in the room and emptied herself.

Emmie glanced down at her watch. “Well I think you held it long enough. Lets get you cleaned up and back into bed.”

A few moments later Dr Richardson came back in. Mary was singing to herself again and Emmie was getting ready to empty the chamber pot. “How did it go Emmie?”

“Not a problem she held it in a good 12 minutes or so.”

“Good, see not so bad Emmie?” He said walking over to the bed and seeing Mary just a bit restless. “Mary, I need to give you an injection, it will help you sleep and with that fever ok?”

Mary looked up and chuckling “Emmie put her finger in my butt.” Then Dr Richardson trying not to laugh at delirious Mary pulled back the blankets, and pushed up her nightgown to expose her buttocks. “Oh I hate shots” mary said blankly as he plunged the needle into her. “It hurts!” but it was over. He covered Mary back up and she very quickly fell asleep.

“I… I… I ... had to… you know?” Stammered Emmie.

“Had to what?”

“Put my finger in her… bottom… so the nozzle would go in.”

Laughing “You could have just lubricated the nozzle?”

“Oh but… I guess… that's how my mom and aunt… well they’d”

“No no it’s OK Emmie don’t worry.” and trying not to chuckle “So how often did you gals go skinny dipping?”

“Oh ummm… honestly… most thursdays when most of you men were at the Grange hall.” she said with a smile. “Down at the falls in the woods…”

“Just you two?”

“Most times… No boys though! Don’t worry.”

“Who else… I won't tell anyone. I promise.”

“Well… the whole young ladies group from the church ...but that was only once… or twice…”

Laughing “So that’s what you girls do when no men are around.”

“Don’t tell!”

Still laughing “Not a soul ok? I think we should spend the night here with her Emmie.”

“Yes please I want to be sure she’s OK.”

The snow was lightening up and soon Mr Mason was home just as darkness was falling. With no one to cook in the house he gave everyone some of the soup Emmie’s aunt Lizzie had sent him back with… And they all waited, taking turns by her bedside.

The Next Day….

It was about 9AM and Mary was still sleeping. All the men had left the room while Dr Richardson and Emmie checked Mary’s fever again. “Emmie, look… 98.6!”

Just then Mary started waking up. “Oh I feel awful! What are you two doing here?” she asked confused. “Oh God, I remember now.”

“Well I kind of enjoyed your humor without your reserved demeanor.” The doctor said.

“I gotta get up and cook for my father and brothers.” she said trying to get out of bed.

“No you don’t Mary. In bed next few days ok? The other ladies in town can send food over… or they can learn not to burn their own toast. I’m going to go pack up and talk to your Pa. I know you guys are struggling a bit so I want to be sure he knows this was a free visit.”

Mary nodded as he left her alone with Emmie. “Emmie… I remember everything I said… I’m sorry if I embarrassed you…”

“No it’s OK we are like sisters remember and it was kind of funny to see you like you had snuck too much hard cider.”

“Well I’m glad Danny had you give me that enema instead of him. I felt better about you doing it… I hadn’t had one since my mom passed away. If I need one again.. Ummm… will you come by?”

“Oh of course Mary… and if I need one… well I’ll call on you OK?” Emmie got up slowly and giving her friend a little hug she left the room and went home for some rest with her husband Dr Danny Richardson.