I try hard to protect my privacy when I'm taking an enema.
Turns out that in college, I may not have been doing as much as I thought I was doing.
I live about an hour and a half drive from the University I graduated from. I get back for Homecoming most years, never miss two in a row.
This year, I was actually sitting around the place we used to hang around a few years ago. I was with a couple of my old friends from that time, one of whom I don't see much because she lives at the other end of the state.
The 4 of us were just sitting around talking, Not drinking, as we would have been then. They younger woman comes up and strikes up a conversation. Seems she could tell from overhearing part of what we were saying we were all in the same field she was majoring in. She was pursuing the very same degree I have!! Probably as much as anything she was "mining" for contacts and leads she could put to use after graduation. I don't mind that. It shows good research and planning, which we need.
As we talked with her, it dwindled to just the two of us, and my old friend from across the state. We were both doing things along the lines of what she wanted to do and didn't mind helping her get that first job.
I was like most students, I survived the freshman year in the dorm( the gal I was hanging with was my roommate in the dorm ) and got an off-campus apartment after that.
The row of buildings I lived in, (In a one-bedroom without a roommate) was an "L" shape, and the one bedroom units were all in the "foot" of the "L." The others were bigger.
Turns out she lived in that same row, an entrance over, in one of the two bedroom units with one roommate. She wanted to show us her apartment. Not bad for two college students. She kept it nicer than I had kept mine. I went out on the balcony to show her which apartment had been mine, and when we were out there I noticed that the bedroom curtains were open, similar to the way I used to leave them. In the living room, you could see the whole room, because there was a sliding patio door. The bedroom window was shorter, and you could not see much below window level in the place my bed used to be. You could, however see most of the ceiling, Including the area right above where my bed used to be. I couldn't tell if the hook I put up was still there and had been painted over or not, but it didn't matter, you could see most of the ceiling. as you could from her bedroom.
Sooo, that means that, whoever lived in that apartment while I was there could actually see me take the enema itself. What they would have seen is: They would have seen me calmly hang the full bag in my dorm shirt,and not much else.. A few minutes later they would have seen the hose move around, maybe seen the bag move a little, then a few more minutes, and they would have seen the bag going flat as the Epsom Salt and soapsuds ran into me. Then for the next 15 minutes, they would have been able to see the hose move around as I struggled to hold it in. Then they would have seen me climb up again with the applicator still in me, take the bag down in a hurry and disappear as I ran to the toilet.
It would not have taken Fellini to figure it out!!! i had no idea!! Don't know who was living there then or if they ever did watch, but you can bet that when I got home, I made sure to check out all the angles to the bedroom window!!
Sure HOPE they weren't home or at the window to see me!!