I renewed my Classmates membership and reminisced names and places, looking into 4 high Schools in Northern California with emphasis in the Northern SFO bay area. Sent greetings to a dozen or more old friends and neighbors. About a third sent back waves, thumbs up and polite responses. About a month later, one of those sent further greetings and a short story of life. I responded with the same, telling my current location was Zip code was 77655.

I got a response the next week identifying her location was south of Toomy LA zip 70668.

This was unbelievable because we were neighbors in Pleasant Hill California during high school. She later said she fled the old area after her partner of 20 years left. I asked if she had any addictions that needed attention. The dear one confessed to financial ruin with a gambling demon. By now 2 months had passed from when i sent greetings to old friends and our correspondence had become weekly. She was working as waitress and other gambling oriented house needs, she said. Me, i am self employed doing as needed calls from area service companies.

Then after 2 weeks of nothing, she asked for a personal visit to reminisce and get reacquainted. She was 3 years younger than me and i left SFO bay area the year she graduated from high school. So, i did not remember that there was much that we might really have in common, except the old neighborhood casual get togethers and meet-ups. i asked if she was having any depression and sheepishly she confessed to having some BPD. I gave her diet recommendations along with a few vitamins that are helpful for anyone. Another 2 weeks and she fired off a note with her phone number, without anything else. I called it after midnight as she requested. She started crying as soon as i identified myself. That scared me and i got quiet, letting her vent and rant, till winded. I called her by her maiden name, and asked, “Miss Pancoast, would an enema help. Have you thought about that? " "You ass hole, i need it so bad i'm shaking right now. Shit!" she squeaked. Back and forth we went, that night, rapid fire. I asked if it would help if i coached her over the phone. "No, Please, she begged, Come help me."

The drive over there was 45 minutes. She saw the lights in the driveway and came out to greet me with a big hug, pressing her breasts into my chest, holding tight and whimpering.

Frogs were chirping and an owl was echoing through the trees. Turning up her head, she asked if i brought anything with me. I said, "You want my stuff?" Her quick reply was that it would be nice, all she had was the smelly kind from Wall Mart.

She led me in hand with all i had brought under my other arm. In side, i set her to work ceremoniously getting it all sterilized for this special occasion. With soap and salt, scrub brush and tooth paste, we set about the little project side by side. She would lash me with her hair, and new energy of anticipation. Delicately as not to appear obvious, i caught her staring at the 5/8 thick 18' long colon tube with fine radial holes and a fat plastic plug in the end. I understood she might need some coaching when the time came.

I put her into her bath tub with a bath towel rolled up under her hips and head up against a wash cloth. The bag was bulging with a gallon in it dangling from a towel bar. Her eyes followed my every move in anticipation, questioning with little ambient sounds that kept me attentive to her sensitivities. She remembered those days of 40 years earlier and had a very small can of bacon grease ready with its pleasant down home scent. i put the nozzle into her hands and she glided it up between her titties. I gave her a gentle smile and told her she was so beautiful. I picked up the little can from near the sink and held it between our cheeks, as i kissed her up turned desire and she run her tongue in me as far as she could reach, teasing my uvula. She calmed and closed her eyes, trustingly. I generously wet her waiting sphincter with rhythmic teasing till i felt it loosen and gently dipped inside. She latched on, groaned and her hips came off the towel. I followed her upward and let her settle onto it at will, causing her to fuss and whine till she had returned and then sent the rest of my finger in as far as i could while she rocked on it quickly giving out short tones of adventure and thanks, asking if we could just rest a minute. I could feel her testing it and tasting it as a kitten sniffing its food. With that hand dispatched in its place and her involuntarily milking it at the slightest move, i held out the grease for her to fix the nozzle and show me what was proper. There glancing into my eyes to see if i was paying attention, she dressed 4 inches and pushed the can back to me. I gave her two twitches up inside her as an OK and slowly twisted back out of her anus. Immediately, she presented the nozzle from between her two mammarys for me to fill up the vacuum of her desire. i held it straight up and got a fresh dip of grease to tease her waiting center and feel its kisses on my finger tip. As she twitched and squirmed it was flowing inside her before she knew it was even up in there. I saw the quick look of surprise and her eyes went shut again. Her chest showed deep breathing and I felt appreciated. "Yes, fill me, make me big. Iiiye need it deeply." was her almost unspoken word. I stopped down the flow and encouraged her to let off her gas as it arrived, so as to let the water bathe her everywhere with its advancement upward. She protested, saying it was not polite. I released the flow. She felt it surge and the first sloppy toot broke the air. "Excuse me!" she exclaimed and i saw the little red flow indicator’s spinner slow way down and stop as she clinched tightly. But as she involuntarily relaxed, it spun again and a greater sputter erupted. "Stop it!" she demanded, and i did, caressing the new weight inside her belly. " OK, she injected, but please close your ears" I let it trickle in again and asked her to keep the nozzle in while i got some cotton for my ears. Going into her cabinet after a cotton ball, i heard her pop off again and praised her for letting it go. I watched her begin to work the spray back and forth inside with her eyes sleepily moving under her eyelids. I kept silent as further gas left out, almost rhythmic in its response. I wanted to giggle, but dared not.

She asked me for more grease. I stopped the flow and asked her to pull it out. "Fuck-no, i've got this." she exclaimed. "Yes, and very well, tell me what it feels like inside your heinie and tummy. How is this comforting your heart's pain?” She paused and i let it trickle inside her some more. "Thank you sweetie." was her response. But as she was not coming forth with any discussion of its work inside her, i stopped it again saying, “Talk to me Miss Pancoast. This is therapeutic. I need to hear it and you need to tell it. Go back and tell as much as you can recall. We'll just let this rest inside you for a while. Use the enema sensation to help you appreciate every detail as it occured. I could tell she had a quart and a half weighing inside, but she only knew all her worries had mysteriously subsided into something hard to explain. I replaced her fingers on the nozzle to free up her hands so they could help her get into the story. In just 10 minutes, she quit talking and urgently needed to expel. I left the thick tube up inside her and helped her out and onto the pot being careful she did not slip under the strain. As she glided it out her butt, before releasing, not wanting to make a mess, her eyes widened as she realized, unknowingly 12 inches had gotten up in there while she was playing around with it. I left her to do what she needed while i cleaned up everything. She was beaming and refreshed.

Wanting the therapy to be the best it could be, i left out with a strong simple good by and thanking her for friending me with such trust. The next day, she noted me that she was ordering some stuff like mine and asked me about all of it. I helped her with that and asked her to put together some stories of how it went in high school with a neighbors special late morning gift on a hot summer day. And to especially lay down every detail of this special visit.