I looked over at Ann who was completely engrossed in the story to the point of near tears at the ending. I put my arm around her and kissed her and invited her to get out for a walk. I got out and opened her door and helped her unfold from the bucket seat, took her hand and walked over to the edge of a small clearing and then took her in my arms and whispered in her ear “She broke my heart, Ann, but I didn’t deserve her. I am not going to make that mistake with you, baby, I’m going to treat you like a queen.” “Oh, God Jim, I want you so bad!” she practically cried. “I want you too, sweetheart” I cooed then inquired “how do you feel?” Ann buried her head in my chest and breathed “ahh ….” paused and uttered “ahh…Jim… I don’t feel too well.” I held her head against my chest and gently rubbed her lower back and after a moment I said softly and firmly “We’ll check into a good motel early today and then I’ll give you a back massage and a nice warm enema.” I emphasized nice… warm… ENEMA… slowly and deliberately “Does that sound good sweetheart?” Ann sucked in a deep jerky breath and pressed herself closer to me as she looked up at me and breathed a voiceless “Ahh, ahh, oh, oh Jim that sounds so …oh… so good.” I held her for a while and then we went back to the Mustang and got back on the road without another word between us; using occasional loving glances to define our communication until we got to Monterrey.

It is times like these that a man often does some soul searching. Anise Rollins was not a woman that, on first glance, I would have given a second thought other than maybe look at her ass. Yet circumstances had conspired to let me eavesdrop on her revealing an intimate part of her psychology that caused me to want to meet her. Now that I had, I was drawn to her on an emotional level as well a deeply sexual level. I didn’t know why Anise Rollins had developed the way she had and at that moment, frankly, I didn’t care. I had a variety of anal related sexual experiences with several women during my adulthood and they all had one thing in common: Though she may enjoy and even climax from a particular anally erotic act, none of them were able to assimilate that act or any related anal eroticism into their own image of their sexual being. A couple, in their non-sexual moments, may even have resented me for enticing them into having anal sex, even though they enjoyed it at the time. Anise Rollins was different; apparently her own image of her sexual self-seemed mostly made up of anal eroticism.

As we entered the Monterey city limits, Ann brought me out of my thoughts by making me aware of my stiff cock pointing sideways through my slacks. She lightly petted me with her eyes locked on me with a certain aura of hero worship that I simply could not resist. I tried to return a reciprocal gaze as a glance here and there, but I needed to plan on how I was going to give us both an unforgettable experience. I pulled into a large drug store chain parking lot and shut the Mustang down. I unharnessed and said softly “Come with me sweetheart, we need to get you a new enema bag” Ann’s mouth dropped open and a little a faint smile came across her lips even as a blush came across her cheeks. As I got out of the ‘STANG, I noticed that she hadn’t moved so I opened her door and took her hand and helped her out. I took her by the hand and we slowly walked into the store as I navigated to the isle that held enemas, douche bulbs, and combination sets. I whispered to her “Do you see anything you like sweetheart?” She took in a deep breath and looked at me and whispered self-consciously “You pick out something for us baby”. I squeezed her hand in acknowledgement and picked out a Faultless Combination closed top system and a large douche bulb with an enlarged douche nozzle and looked over at her for her approval. Ann was not just visibly embarrassed; I realized that her whole being seemed to be erotically charged. She nodded in approval but could only manage a low gasping “oh ya, baby, that’s good; let’s go now OK?” I took her by the hand with both items under my other arm and we approached the only cashier on duty at that time and I deposited them on the conveyor. The cashier looked at the items, looked up at me and then glanced at Ann and then she backed up slightly with her head cocked and looked back at me with a shit-eating grin on her face as I threw two twenty dollar bills down. I made a quick glance at Ann before returning my attention to the cashier and when I said “no and no” to the cashier’s question of did I have a club card or did I want one and I was still forming the mental image of Ann from my split-second glance. She was absolutely crimson with embarrassment and beads of perspiration had formed on her upper lip. Her brows were moist and her nipples stuck out on top of her pert breasts through her top like twin toy 50 CAL machine-gun pods and…there was a large wet spot emanating out from her crotch. As I looked deadpan at the cashier receiving my change, my reaction to Ann’s presence next to me was an instant hard-on, which was probably apparent to cashier as I picked up our bag, took Ann by the hand, and walked out to the ‘STANG. I opened the door for Ann and as she got in I handed her the bag. As I built a fire under the hood, Ann guffawed, “God Jim! My pussy is just gushing! I am so sorry I embarrassed you like that.” I looked at her and took her hand and rubbed it over my cock “Does that look like I’m embarrassed sweetheart?” I laughed back at her. I popped the clutch and the Cobra package blasted us out of that parking lot amid a screeching cloud of blue smoking rubber and a thunderous guttural roar of 4,000 RPMs. She yelled out a “YEE-HAW” and was obviously thrilled with my sophomoric exhibition of raw horsepower. I reached down and playfully touched Ann’s crotch and brought my fingers up to my nose and smiled “Think you used enough dynamite there Butch?” She yelled back in mock disdain “Shut-up Sundance!”