As I tried to walk past them, the larger of the two grabbed my arm and pushed me back against the wall, asking me ?Where are you going?? What was goin... on? I didn’t ask for this. ?Hey you guys, just leave me alone, I’m not into girls.? At this point I was pressed flat against the wall. The larger women was running her fingers through my hair, smelling it, and rubbing it between her fingers. The smaller woman was unbuttoning my jacket. I was getting ready to scream or run or panic, I’m not. Soon she was rubbing her pussy, inserting one and then two fingers. I could now see her pussy was sopping wet. I couldn't believe my eyes. She was getting off on giving herself an enema. Soon the bag was almost empty. She reached back and clamped the clip, shutting off the flow and slowly pulled the nozzle from her ass. She quickly got up and sat on the toilet, letting out a huge sigh as I heard the stream of water hissing into the bowl. Again she started rubbing her pussy as the water exited. I’m sorry,’ but of course words are not enough. Holding her close, protecting her, he can feel that her reserve, the separateness that he had felt with her has dissolved away in an instant. He begins to sway, to rock her slowly, his way of holding the rest of the world at bay while she can take her own time to suffer. To hold her like this, to have her seek comfort in his arms after such an awful, unthinking mistake, is overwhelming. This was an intimacy like no other they have experienced. I went to the other side of the house, intending to continue with my work, when a flash of light lit up everything around me and I knew no more. When I woke up, I was in hospital again, only this time, I was nowhere near home. I was pulled out of a lake about four hours North of Surrey by people on a boat that was heading to shore before the storm hit. They tried to revive me, but they kept getting shocked when they touched me. I don't remember how I got to that lake, and I don't remember how I.