Chapter 3

"You didn't have to hold my ass all the way to the bathroom," Susan said over her shoulder. "I know," was all I replied.

Susan closed the door to the bathroom and I returned to the bed and sat on the edge next to Cassie. Within a couple of minutes it became very obvious that Susan's enema was doing it's intended job. Over the next 15 minutes Cassie and I were bombarded with a series of horridly loud, but equally funny and embarrassing bathroom noises punctuated by short vocal outbursts from Susan.

"Oh my gawd!" With 'God' dragged out into a long drawl, revealing Susan's Southern roots. (I didn't even know that 'oh' could be stretched into a two syllable word.)

"Damn!"

"What the... ?"

And all this was punctuated with the occasional grunt, moan, "Unggggggg!" or "Ohhhhhh!" followed immediately by more of those embarrassing bathroom noises. At one point I thought Susan was talking in Tongues. Within the first few minutes of this auditory bombardment and bathroom drama, Cassie developed a bad case of the giggles. I confess that I joined in, and by the time we heard the toilet flush (twice!) Cassie and I were laughing as hard as we could.

Susan opened the bathroom door and just stood there for a moment with her feet apart and her arms folded under her breasts. Her robe was hanging open, displaying all her treasures - and she had a treasure chest any pirate would be proud of. Her nipples still looked hard enough to put an eye out! She was glaring at me with that same fiery look I got when I gave her that playful poke in the butt as I was lubing her up for her enema. Cassie and I were trying to stifle our giggles and laughter and assume a serious expression when we clearly heard a very loud gurgle come from the general direction of Susan's lower abdomen. Susan's beautiful ice-blue eyes quickly lost that blazing look of fury (lust?) to be replaced with one of wide-eyed astonishment as her mouth dropped open. Susan let out a noise I can only describe as a near-ultrasonic squeak, grabbed her stomach with one hand, stepped back quickly and slammed the bathroom door. Cassie and I were hilariously entertained for another 5 minutes with a repeat of the previous sound effects show. We really should have been ashamed of ourselves for finding amusement in Susan's plight ... but damn, it was funny!

When Susan stepped out of the bathroom for the second time, she looked much more relaxed. Her robe was re-tied and she had made an effort to straighten her hair back up. Susan walked across to the bed, gave Cassie a hug and asked, "are you all ready to get rid of that tummy ache and feel better?" Cassie gave a small smile and replied, "yes Mom."

Things proceeded smoothly after that. Cassie was a brave girl and accepted everything without a fuss. I cleaned and sterilized the enema syringe, made up a fresh solution, returned to the bathroom and quickly fixed Cassie's problem. She even accepted, without fuss, a clear rinse of plain water with a little pure sea salt (to maintain her electrolyte balance) to flush the soap residue out, minimizing any chance of irritation later. By the end of the procedure, Cassie was a tired little girl and nearly fell asleep on the toilet seat. Her mom went into the bathroom, cleaned Cassie up and carried her out. Cassie reached for me and I took her in my arms. She put her arms around my neck, kissed my cheek and whispered "Thank you, Uncle Jim. I feel much better now."

I suggested to Susan that we lay Cassie down in one of the spare bedrooms and let her take a nap for a while. Susan agreed, so I carried Cassie down the hallway and into what had been my daughter's room when she was growing up. I laid her on the canopy bed and covered her with a light blanket. The first impression of my daughter's bedroom was wall to wall stuffed animals. I grabbed a favorite Teddy Bear of my daughter's and gave it to Cassie to snuggle with. Cassie hugged the bear to her chest, yawned, and was asleep before I could straighten up.

Susan kissed her sleeping daughter on the forehead and walked back to the master bedroom. I followed Susan down the hallway and could not help but watch with delight as her ass twitched with each step she took. I wondered to myself what I thought I was doing. Susan and I had been neighbors for years and I had never harbored thoughts for her like the ones I was having now. I had not allowed myself to be distracted by any woman. After Lora's death I had sworn off women, or so I thought.

The cart with the enema equipment was still by the foot of the bed. I looked at Susan and said, "You know, you should have a clear water rinse too." Susan looked back at me with a bemused expression and an arched eyebrow that would make Spock proud. "You just want to play with my ass some more," Susan declared. "That's not necessarily a bad thing." I replied, "It's truly a delightful ass, but you really need to flush out any soap still in your system. It'll burn and irritate later if you don't." I got another arched eyebrow from Susan at the 'delightful ass' comment. After a thoughtful moment, Susan placed her hand on her lower abdomen and remarked, "my stomach does still feel twitchy. OK, let's do this." Susan looked at the cart with the water pan and the bulb syringe. "Just like the first time?" she asked. I noticed that her breathing had picked up just a little bit. "No." i replied as I started to push the cart toward the bathroom. "I have something that I think you will enjoy more."