Well, that is my story. I am now 45 years old, and perhaps, because of the direct administrations of my aunt, I am now a total Klismaphile and have a total sexual attraction to enemas. The way I was treated on the evening I have just written about is now considered child abuse. However, I can guarantee you that even to this day, when someone asks me to do something or requests something, they get a very direct answer or inquiry immediately and they are never ignored. Also, for the record, I am sure that my aunt didn't give me 4.5 qt. of hot soapy water. More likely she put in only one quart and then added another from the pitcher just to scare me. To a small child the bag always looks full !