It's just not me.And so I just sorted floated along through life like that. The next big thing that I should probably mention would be my senior prom....Of course I had never had a boyfriend. I had friends who were boys but they were just friends. I'm sure a few of them would have wanted more but I think most understood I wasn't interested in them that way. But by now I was getting pressure from my family. I'd get asked (particularly by my mother and sister) if there were any boys I was. It's nothing bad or anything. I'll be in as soon as I've washed my hair." Ben raced off to get dressed and locked the doors to the sports building as soon as the last boy had gone. Minutes later he stood nervously in front of David's desk They both wore the school tracksuit. David motioned him to sit which he did. "Ben, I've got a slightly delicate matter to raise with you. It's not a problem for me but it might become one for you." "Wha...what's that sir?" Ben stammered sensing that this. Alice also had a tendency to watch our finances like a hawk. So, using the card wasn’t really an option either. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’m sure it’s possible in some countries to find a ‘half hour hotel’ or a ‘through the day’ cheap motel. But for me, well I was a complete beginner and wouldn’t know where to start. Nor had I yet met anyone willing to invite me to their place. People are just careful and always want to meet up first and I wasn’t quite ready for that yet. Sure, I had a couple of. Then she "opened" -- no pun intended -- with a 1-2-3 enema. After suitable time has elapsed I was allowed to fart out/ evacuate my filled, cramped bowels. Then it was back on her table, perhaps on my back this time with my feet hoisted high above me, and she forced a hot, soapy large volume enema into my bowels, between 3 and 6 litres of it! She devilishly used one of her custom-made nozzles, which was thick and long and the shape of a penis. The huge red rubber enema bag was hung very high.