“How am I gonna do that, Lenny?” Jack asked.“I don’t care how you do it you fat ol’ Sardinian,” I answered. “...Just do it.”He agreed, and we hung up. Meanwhile, I headed back upstairs.Mrs. S. was still washing dishes, her back to the kitchen door. Silently, I crept up behind her until I was a foot or two away. Then, I walked up behind her and put one hand on the sink edge on either side of her, trapping her. I leaned in, over her shoulder, my crotch. At the last minuet I'd told him I'd be wearing a yellow baseball cap and red T-shirt, so that he'd at least recognize me!As I approached the entrance to the coffee shop, I noticed a somewhat pudgy-looking Hispanic guy staring at me. He was about fifty, the age that Roberto had said he was, and as I got closer, he said: "Are you Stephan?" Yes," I replied, "I am, and you're Roberto?" That's me! Nice to meet you at last," he said smiling."Yeah, it is," I replied, still feeling a little bit. Now he cant stand up straight on his own even if he feels he has to. In this vulnerable position, the two assistants inspect his exposed anal sphincter with greasy intrusive fingers and prodding digits. Squirming nervously in anticipation, he bolts his head upright when he feels a thick greasy finger ease itself past his tightly clenched sphincter. David has all he can do to keep the reluctant subject bent over. Brian hooks the enema bag filled with hot soapy fluid onto the shower curtain rod.. “Bad news, explorer team, I’m recalling you.”“Sorry, can’t speak ... We’re ... fighting dinosaurs.”“You’re what?” he demanded, leaping to his feet.“We’ll report later, assuming we can,” Lizz, the landing party’ security officer, reported before dropping her signal.“Damn! I casually mention things going too smoothly, and...”“I’m afraid we won’t be able to extract them,” the One interrupted.“Why not?” Al snapped. “They’re lives are obviously at stake. I’m not about to surrender so many people.