This is the improbable story of two people’s lives and how they came to meet against the odds that they ever would. Think about the most important person in your life and then think about all of the random coincidences that led to your meeting, provided that you didn’t marry your childhood sweetheart. They were most probably involved with other people before they ever met you and may have been in love, thinking that this was going to be the one, only to find out that it didn’t work out for one reason or another. Whatever your individual sexual fantasies may have been when you first met, chances are both of you suppressed those elements that you never shared with anyone before. Your first sexual encounter with the person that you would eventually share the rest of your live with was, statistically at least, pretty much of the vanilla variety. But, perhaps, as you got to know one another better, things may have gotten a little more adventuresome in the bedroom; perhaps even a bit kinky.

This story is not told in the 1st person perspective, but from the perspective of an observer as if everything has already happened or, later on as if it has just happened. So to start things rolling, we need to find out a little bit of who these people are:

DARCY

Darcy Rehnquist used her hairdryer to remove the shower fog off of the mirror so that she could see enough of her reflection to be able to get herself ready to go to work. She hesitated a moment as she looked at herself through the hole in the mist. In a near depression that was mainly due to a particularly bloated monthly period that she was going through she regarded herself with the jaundiced eye of a woman that was not satisfied with her own person at the moment. The mist was clearing and she could see her nude body now. She cupped both of her natural breasts with each hand; they were well shaped and each was a handful. She was not exactly fat, but she worried that she needed to shed a few pounds. She turned and looked back at the two well-developed hemispheres of her butt; her hips were much wider than her shoulders. ‘Pear shaped’ she thought. She had read that her body shape was supposedly a healthy shape, all other things being equal, and yet, she could not buy clothes that fit. This morning, she felt like she needed a little help, “Yes an enema would help relieve the bloated feeling, and maybe do me some good.” She said out loud to herself.

Darcy opened up the bottom drawer and pulled out the case that held her douche bag combination and she took out the bag as she ran the water in the sink to get it warm. “I’ll have to take it standing up while I get ready”, she thought, knowing she didn’t have time to lie down comfortably, which she would have preferred. She filled the bag with warm water, attached the hose and hung the bag from the curved up ornamental metal that extruded from the light fixture over her sink and let the air out of the line with the little bit of full spray dripping into the sink. After quickly applying Vaseline to the douche nozzle, Darcy deftly inserted it into her butt-slowly at first-savoring the sexy feeling that she felt; then slipping it all the way home to the hilt and then she opened the clamp. Goose bumps broke out on her quickly as the warmth invaded her bottom, then she slowed it down. “Not entirely unpleasant”, she mused to herself. She smiled at herself in the mirror, joking in her mind that this felt better than her last boyfriend ever did, as she picked up the hairdryer again and busied herself getting ready for her day. After her hair was brushed the way that she wanted it today, she began to apply subdued makeup. Darcy squeezed her rectal muscles forcing the water that was filling her rectum up into her colon. As she looked at her handiwork in the mirror, she watched the bag deflate as the hose snaked around and into her butt; she smiled at her ingenuity, then a real cramp shook her from her thoughts. It was time to get rid of this enema, wash up and get dressed and get off to work. With the clamp closed she pulled the nozzle out and the took down the bag and dumped the whole thing into the bathtub/shower, knowing that she would clean it all up when she got home this evening; now she sought relief as she sat down on her toilet.

Darcy Elaine Rehnquist was 25. Born and raised in rural Idaho, her parents moved to Boise the summer that Darcy was just out of the eighth grade and she went all through high school in Boise. Most of her friends left behind, Darcy found it hard to adjust to the “urban area’’ of Boise and Boise high school was a strange adjustment for her. Darcy grew into her body in her junior year and she began to be aware that boys looked at her, although she was by no means comfortable with herself, because some of them made fun of her butt. She made an effort to fit in though and she attended football games and basketball games. She remembered Dane Semis as the cocky handsome all-around athlete that she just thought was adorable; she may have even flaunted herself at him, the couple of chances that she got to talk to him. When he asked her out, she just said yes, without asking about where they were going. She had no idea that a drive-in movie was commonly called the “finger bowl” and Dane had made steady advances through the 1st movie. By the end of the 1st movie, Dane had Darcy’s blouse open, her panties off and Dane was sucking Darcy’s ample breasts while fingering her pussy. What Dane failed to realize was that Darcy was too afraid to say no to him, but that would change half way through the 2nd movie when Darcy suddenly realized that she did not want to have sex with this kid in the back seat of a cold fogged up car in the middle of a public place. Moreover, she especially didn’t want to be the brunt of jokes as being one of Dane’s conquests. She just as suddenly realized that this kid was just using her, because she felt no warmth from his heart at all towards her-he just wanted her to fuck! When Darcy tried to tell him that she wasn’t ready for sex yet, he became enraged and opened her door and angrily yelled at her to get out and walk home. Trying to put herself back together through her tears, she got out and walked through the cold to the concession stand and called her mom.

As Darcy finished expelling her enema, she wished that she could flush away the memory of Dane Semis just as easily. Yet Semis was not the only black spot in her life with her opposite sex. Semis, it seems, was destined to set something of a pattern for Darcy. The four guys that she had dated for any length of time after high school were each, in their own way, like Dane Semis. Darcy began to realize, in time, that each of them only used her as their personal masturbation sex doll; realizing further on in each relationship that, in fact, there was no relationship, there was only sexual exploitation of her. Then Darcy would walk out before things turned violent when she realized, again, that she was giving her sex away in the face of an obvious exploitative relationship.

As Darcy drove into the parking lot at her job, she reflected on the general pattern of men that she had been involved with to that point in her life. She had dated several men, but for some reason she was not happy with any of them. “I’m a grown woman who has never had a man really care about me. Where am I going wrong?” She said out loud to herself as she looked in the rear view mirror one last time before she opened the door and got out to walk to the front door of the building she worked at.

During this day and over the next several days Darcy would make several fateful decisions; since birth control pills had many negative effects on her, she would stop taking them and work to rebuild her own health both mental and physical. Within a week Darcy would join a gym and with each new success that she would experience, she began to think about the new way that she would need to think about men. She was done with the shallow minded self-serving dunderheads that she had been attracted to so far; good looks meant nothing without character; but what now? What kind of character was she looking for? There were no easy answers, but she was determined to take her time and figure it out.

At lunch time, Darcy went to her favorite delicatessen, ‘The Working Crew’ and went through the salad bar; as she sat down at one of the tables, a two week old newspaper article caught her eye. “MAN SHOT BY HOLD-UP GANG” as she read the article she became intrigued. A young construction worker had gone into a local grocery store in the Sunset district of San Francisco to find a robbery in progress. Seeing him come through the door, the gunman snapped a shot in his way and then fled the scene on foot. Ty Hudson (Darcy liked that name) hefted a large can of stewed tomatoes from the shelf and ran outside and hurled it as hard as he could at the fleeing man. From some 30 feet away, he cold-cocked the robber dropping him like a rock. Hudson was shot twice by an apparent accomplice. Hudson was in critical condition at Stanford Medical Center. There was a manhunt out for the shooter, who was not able to get his partner up and into the car before sirens began to whine.

Instantly Darcy Rehnquist thought that none of the men that she had known would ever think about risking their own life to help strangers and then vie for justice. Why couldn’t she meet someone like…this Ty Hudson? She hoped that he would come through his ordeal OK. She kept the newspaper, putting it on the backseat when she got back into her car to go back to work.

TY

He became aware of pain…the terrible deep throbbing pain that can jar a person from a deep sleep and then never let him go to sleep again…he had never known such pain as this. Through blurry eyes Ty Hudson tried to focus on where he was; hospital…tubes taped to my arm…tubes in my nose…dull deep pain…he tried to yell out, “yeoow…elp!” was all he could barely murmur, but his nurse was close and thinking that she heard something, she peeked in to check on him. “Oh you’re awake…that’s good. The pain, OK Ty, press this button; for the time being we’re going to let you self-administer your pain meds.” The nurse said. Ty squinted at her name tag…Tawny Roberts…read the name tag. He croaked, “Tawny…what happened to me?” The attractive nurse bent down over him and said, Ty you have been shot and the wounds are extensive. No vital organs were damaged, but you have a hole on one lung and you have extensive hydro-shock damage to your upper torso. Over the next succeeding couple of days, nurse Roberts tried to help Ty manage his pain.

But in the early afternoon of the 5th day, Tawny came into his room pushing a cart. She closed the door to his room and pushed the cart closed to his bed and then drew the curtains around for privacy, although the other bed was empty for the moment. Tawny bent over and whispered, “Ty, we need to relieve the pressure in your lower abdomen so that you can breathe easier. Ty…I’m going to give you an enema. Do you know what that is?” She judged by the morbid look on the handsome young man’s face, that he understood what the procedure was. He was in too much pain to try to move him onto his side. She would need to give the enema to him as he lie on his back. Thinking about the particular logistics with this patient, she thought it best to set the very large bedpan under him before she started his enema, but first she would need to open up his gown so that she could have access to him. Ty was still in a lot of pain, so it took both of them to get the bedpan under him. He watched her put a latex glove on her right hand and then snap it into place. She picked up a tube of KY Jelly and squeezed a liberal amount into the fingers of her glove and as Ty looked at her with awe in his eyes, she bent down and Ty felt her slippery fingers probe his ass. She entered him and began to liberally lubricate him and to her surprise and, perhaps to her amazement Ty slowly reached out, painfully, with both hands and grasped Tawny’s left hand tightly and looked into her eyes. At that moment Tawny Roberts knew that this young man was going to be a very special patient. Then Tawny showed him the long colon tube and told him why she was going to use it on him and what he could expect it to feel like.

She noticed that he still held tightly to her left hand, so with her right hand, she held the tube and began to slowly feed it up the handsome young man’s tight butt. “Just relax honey…that’s it…just relax…” Ty had his eyes closed as he listened to her voice and felt the strange sensations of her medicinal invasion. His eyes were still closed as he heard Tawny say, “Ty I’m going to start your enema now, OK?” He heard her say that, but it didn’t register with him until he felt warm water flow into him high up in his bowels.

The myth that Hollywood hoists on the public is that gunshot wounds are easily recoverable, but nothing could be further from the harsh reality of truth; hydro-shock is the cavity that is opened up inside the body along the bullet’s path. Even if the bullet doesn’t strike a vital organ, hydro-shock can still be fatal even in intensive care because of sepsis from debris carried into the wound with the bullet. It would be three months before Ty Hudson would be ready to start physical therapy and begin the long torturous road to recovery. The fact that he was even still alive was due to the fact that his new employer, Tip Reynolds, had contacts in SRI International or Stanford Research Institute, an independent nonprofit research institute that conducts contract research and development for security and defense, as well as biomedical sciences among the many other sectors of society that it conducted research in. Combat injuries and the rehabilitation of injured soldiers was the subject of a considerable amount of funding. Ty Hudson was a prime candidate for this research even though he was not a soldier. That is why he was in Stanford Hospital. That was how he came to be in the care of this exceptional facility-more importantly the exceptional staff; it was more than likely why he was still alive!

Born Tyrone Garth Hudson, Ty had grown up in northern California’s Siskiyou County lumber town of Happy Camp. His father, a bawdy logging boss, taught young Ty how to hunt and fish and by the time he was 8 years old Ty was spending his summers in the mountains with two friends whose dads had taught and trusted them as Ty’s dad had done. They packed in enough ammunition, fishing tackle, and basic supplies to live off the land for a month at a time. In high school, Ty was on the wrestling squad and when they weren’t practicing, Ty lifted weights. His high school summers were spent working on the ranches of the eastern part of Siskiyou County, hoisting hay bales six high from the ground up onto hay wagons pulled by tractors. By the time he was out of high school, Ty Hudson was 6 foot four, strong and lithe and looking to see more of the world that just the “one gas pump” villages of the Siskiyou Mountains.

On a beautiful July morning in Callahan, the junction of two oiled gravel roads where a small general store and diner combination with one pump with two hoses each for diesel and regular gasoline was situated and the only other prominent feature was a corral with one horse that swatted at flies with its tail, Ty Hudson drove up in his open roll-bar topped Jeep CJ-5, parked and went into the diner for breakfast. Molly Bates greeted Ty with a friendly “Hey big fella; you haven’ your usual?” Ty straddled a stool and smiled “Ya Molly that sounds good.” Molly was also the short order cook, so she echoed “two eggs sunny side, sausage, hash-browns and hold the toast.” With a big smile on her face and then she poured him a cup of coffee without asking because that was part of his usual.

Molly, 3 years older than Ty, was a senior at Etna high school, which was up the road about 25 miles, when Ty had first come to Etna with the Happy Camp wrestling squad as a freshman. She had always been impressed with the young man and one day she boldly told him, “You know, handsome, one of these days I’m going to strap you on and see what kind of good you can do for me.” Ty never really knew how to take Molly, but he did like her spunk. On the other hand, he was never really emotionally attracted to her and besides Molly was probably never going to leave Callahan and Ty had much more ambition than that.

“Here ya go, Ty” Molly said as she put his breakfast in front of him, than commented, “I hear you’re looking for adventure, got any ideas about what you plan on doing?” Ty said, “I don’t know, maybe go down south and see if I can get a job…construction maybe.” Just then a man three stools down from Ty that all the locals recognized as a ‘tourist’ spoke to him. “You say that you might like to try construction do you son?” Ty looked up at the man and said, “Yes sir, I don’t have much experience, but I’m pretty strong and…well I’m a quick study. “ The man got up and introduced himself to Ty, “I’m Tip Reynolds, and I’m a General Contractor down in the San Francisco Bay area. I could use a bright young man like you and it would be an excellent opportunity to get to see all of the aspects of construction. The two hit it off, and in less than an hour’s conversation, Ty Hudson was making plans to move close to his new boss so that he could make it easy to get to work. In less than a month Ty was arriving at Tip’s place at 6:30 every workday morning and he rode with him to the job site. Tip Reynolds was a master craftsman that now hired several men and many different subcontractors.

Ty was his apprentice and besides a lot of hard physical labor, Tip gave him homework assignments in several different construction texts that were designed to eventually give Ty the opportunity to sit for his general contractor’s license; though that would be a couple of years away. Ty had always worried about not going to college and this subconscious guilt drove him to study every chance he got.