Ann and I held each other until her ‘butter butt’ became urgent and she had to make a toilet stop. I made up a warm enema with the douche nozzle and the Faultless and gave it to her as she kneeled beside the toilet. While she relived herself, I took the amber unit and the aluminum bat nozzle into the shower and filled it halfway. Then I turned the hot water on high and warmed up the nozzle. When she got in I put a finger to her ass and the butter was still not out and Ann was still loose from our sex. I had her bend over and I inserted the bat until her reflex sucked it all in to its hilt, she cooed “Oh. That is so warm, baby.” I handed her the clamp, while I held the enema bag and she opened it with a naughty smile “I hope you know you’re in love with a woman that likes her enemas warm?” “And I hope you like to take a lot of them because I really love the way you look when you take one” I told her as I brought her close and held the enema bag behind her. When she got uncomfortable standing, she dropped to her knees and put her head down and stuck her big butt up at me. Damn she looked sexy with that big nozzle up her sensuous ass. I hadn’t filled the enema bag very full and I began to ‘cheat’ a little by holding it under the shower stream. Ann began to moan and rock forward and back to fill a little more and ease her discomfort. I wanted to see when she would actually say she was full, but she only grunted and moaned. I judged it more than enough and helped her up. Standing up put a big hydraulic head in her rectum and she groaned loudly. I took her around her waist and began to pull out the big nozzle, as she began to lose control and it all came out in a gush and a sigh of relief. She said she was sorry and I told her I loved her and that it was all a part of giving my lover a big enema in the shower. I helped her get rid of all of it and we washed each other in playful fun and we finally got all of that butter washed out of her big sensuous ass.

We dried off and then went nude around the hotel room until we ordered brunch. Sporting courtesy robes from the closet, we took the food, I signed the tab and we enjoyed brunch and each other’s company. When we were finished, I put all of the trays and plates outside, locked the door, removed my robe and took hers off as well. “Are we just going to run around naked all day and take enemas?” She gave me a mock look of disgust and then switched to her naughty look. “Well right now, Ann, we need to call your Aunt and check in with her; remember that’s what we said that we were going to do?” I suggested. “Awe I don’t really want to talk to her, she is always so negative and hurtful.” “Yep”, I said, “the sooner we get this out of the way, the sooner you’ll be able to give me any kind of enema you want to.” “Really, I get to pick it?” she asked. Absolutely I said. “Here you can use my cell phone so she can’t tell where we are.”

Ann called and I heard, “Oh Gomez, it’s you! Let me speak to Meg please…What? Where? When did it happen? What hospital? No Gomez, I’m not coming home while you’re there.” Ann terminated the call and walked over and put her rob back on and wrapped it tightly around as she opened the curtain and gazed out the window. I donned my own robe and went up behind her and gave her a gentle loving hug, “Trouble, sweetheart?” I inquired. She hesitated and the turned around and buried herself tightly in my chest and said in a worried voice “Meg’s in the hospital in Redding. Gomez is living at the place.” As I held her tightly she said she never wanted to go home. I listened without answering or offering any suggestions, while she related a litany of transgressions that old Meg had made over the years. Finally I asked, “Is she the only family that you have Ann?” After a long pause, she reluctantly said “ya.” I walked to the bar and poured a drink and sat on the couch where I took a long pull and then I posited “ya know sweetheart, you can pick your friends, and if you’re very lucky you can find your soul mate, but you can’t pick your family.” She lowered her head a moment and then nodded. “For what it’s worth, Ann, I think we need to drive up to Redding and see the old girl. She may not be around much longer. You may not think that’s a good idea at this moment, but trust me my love, if we don’t go now-it will eventually haunt you.”

Ann looked at me seriously for, perhaps 30 seconds, before she spoke. “We’ll go up and see how my Aunt is doing, but I don’t want to go home while he’s there.” I sensed that there was more to this than she let on, but I waited until we were on the road before I pressed the question. We packed up our clothes and all of our sex paraphernalia and checked out of the hotel.

The Mustang seemed eager to get on the road and as we hit I-5, it galloped at an easy 75 mph. We cleared the Grapevine and started to get settled for the drive north; Ann and I had been chatting about everything and nothing compared to the ‘dark cloud’ was hanging over her. I put my hand on her leg and softly but firmly commanded “Tell me about Gomez, Ann. What has he done to you?” Tears began to form and stream down her cheeks. I let my command linger in the air while she fought to gain her composure. She stared out her side window for several minutes until I soothed “You can tell me anything sweetheart, I love you.” Ann turned, lowered her head but kept looking forward and she began, “I had dropped out of high school and I had been living with my Aunt for a couple of years. Gomez was Meg’s boyfriend if you want to call it that. One summer it seemed to always be so hot, most times it was over 100. Meg and Gomez had gone into town to get groceries. I was sweeping the barn and it was so hot in there I took my pants off. Then some of the hay was sticking in my panties so I took them off too. I lost track of time and…oh Jim I started playing with my button because it felt so good. That seemed to be the only way I could really feel good. I thought I was alone, but they came back early and Gomez was watching me. He sneaked up behind me with a five gallon pale with a big nipple on it that we used to feed the calves with and it was about half full of fresh warm cows milk. He grabbed me from behind and forced me into a feeding stall and locked my head down in it and that made me bend over. He got a big glop of bag balm that we massaged the cow’s udders with and he stuck his big greasy finger up my butt and forced a bunch up me. Then he took that pale and stuck the big rubber feeder up my hole. That balm made me clinch down hard because it burned my butt and every time I clinched down, it squirted warm milk up me. I couldn’t quit clinching and he just kept me there telling me that he was going to fill my great big ass up, then he was going fuck me up my ass while I was full of milk. He kept me there and I just couldn’t stop clinching and I got so full I thought I was going to burst. I was crying and I was scared when Meg came in and caught us. She yelled at him and she came at him with a pitch fork and old Gomez dropped that bucket, the milk splashed all over and he took off running; but they just left me there with the milk running out of me until I got myself free. Finally Meg came back in and was mad at me for ‘seducing her boyfriend’. She yelled “You like enemas huh? Well I’ll show you what enemas are all about.” She took me by the arm over to the front porch sink and said stay there. She came back with a big enema bag and filled all the way up and told me to bend over. She gave me three big enemas for punishment. Two days later she took me to the doctor and got me on birth control. She called me a slut and told me that I shook my big ass too much and if I kept doing it she was going to make sure that I was going to get enough enemas that I would learn not to shake my big ass no more.”

I could scarcely believe my ears and I pulled the Mustang off at the next exit and pulled off of the road. “Oh Ann, honey I’m so sorry. That was a terrible thing to have gone through.” I tried to sooth. Ann had become stoic and said, "I hate him but he still sees Meg every once in a while. Jim those birth control pills always made me sick and I quit using them. I don’t know all the reasons why honey, but I started to like enemas. It’s kind of crazy huh?” “No baby, you’re not crazy, you’re my lover now and you don’t have to worry about this Gomez character anymore.” I said and I eased the Mustang back north again. We discussed the details of our lives and we both got to know a lot more about each other over the next 5 hours.

She told me that there was a rundown bungalow on the property that Meg’s mother had lived in before she died and Meg had just left it the way it was. She would seek refuge in there after Meg gave her enemas and find solace in masturbating herself to multiple orgasms. One day, as she nosed around the little apartment, she stumbled on a box that contained and enema bag and three different nozzles. That’s how Ann got her enema bag.

There is a school of thought that people are drawn to one or more of several different “currencies of life’. For example, booze is a currency that people are drawn to, talk about, share, and their lives revolve around it. Similarly, smoking or drugs can dominate peoples’ lives; they have a strong connection and can actually experience love through one or more of these negative life scripts. More positive compelling currencies include sex and please you. Please you is the more positive form of please me, which is self-serving. Ann and I shared two basic currencies of life: Sex and please you. In other words, we were very sexual and we both felt love through sexual acts and we were both drawn to the need to please the other. There are, of course, worse things that can happen to two people, but as far as we were concerned it was a great start. Sex can eventually have its down side if one or more of the sexual needs of one person are not met. Ann and I both shared a love of the ass and more specifically a love that involved enemas. That’s what initially drew me to want to meet Ann, however, the other component of wanting, in deed needing, to please each other let us focus on the important life issues of either of us and thus the soul-mate mantra. It is no stretch of the imagination, therefore, to see us passionately in love after a little over a week together.

I guided the Mustang into the parking lot of Patients Hospital in downtown Redding, threaded my way close to the entrance, parked and helped Ann out. We walked into the front desk and she asked “What room is Meg Henderson in please?” “May I ask what your relationship to the patient is?” The clerk asked and upon hearing that Ann was her niece, she said “Just one moment please” and made a phone call. A few moments later a doctor came out and invited us into a conference room. “I have some bad news”, he said, “Your aunt had severe diabetes and a week heart. She had a massive coronary failure early this morning and all of our attempts to revive her failed. I’m so sorry for your loss.”

Ann was stunned, speechless, in disbelief. It was clear to me that she had a love-hate relationship with her aunt, perhaps more hate than love. Still, that was the last of Ann’s family. “Did she leave a will?” I asked. “Let me check with Admin and I’ll get right back to you,” the doc said, as he turned to leave. A few moments later, the doctor came back with a hand written note and handed it to Ann. She looked at it and handed it to me in disgust. Looks like she left the property to Gomez, I said and the doctor nodded “ya, I’m afraid so.” “Have any arrangements been made?” I inquired. “The body has just been delivered to Shasta Funeral Home; here is the address and phone number. Can I answer any questions” he said. I looked at Ann, who shook her head. There was nothing else to do but get back in the Mustang. “Are you hungry honey?” I asked and she looked at me and shook her head. I hadn’t started the Mustang up yet, because I had no destination; then I realized what Ann was feeling. I leaned over and put my arm around her and gently forced her cheek to look at me and I soothed “Don’t even think about being afraid to live at the Red Bluff property, baby, I want you to come up to Tillamook and live with me. I love you and I want you with me.” She looked at me with amazement, astonishment, slight confusion, and then bright recognition as hope and happiness returned to her expression in an emotional transition. “Oh Jim, ah that sounds wonderful.” She said with a deep sigh of relief. “Do you need to pick up any of your personal belongings from Red Bluff?” I asked, but she remained quiet in contemplation for almost a minute, before she said “There is nothing there that I want, really. I would like to have my enema bag, but I don’t know where she left it and I don’t want to be anywhere near Gomez.” “Well, you never know sweetheart, we might be able to get you one just like it on E-bay” I said and I guided the mustang back to I-5 north. “Are you ready for another long drive?” I smiled at her. “Oh baby, I’ll go with you as long and as far as we need to go to be together” she cooed.