I was in the shower when the memories came back to me again.SATURDAY, OCTOBER 6, 1990In hindsight, I should have known better. In hindsight, I should ...ave recognized the signs. In hindsight, I should have realized this was maybe the second time I’d ever called her house while she’d called mine maybe one hundred times. Oh, and mom had pretty much warned me. When you’re fourteen, you don’t have much hindsight. And that lack of hindsight led to heartache that day.But I dialed the phone eagerly. He jumps, and his gaze snaps towards a nearby alley. He freezes for a moment, then dashes towards the noise, his pulse racing, echoing in his ears.When he arrives, he sees a man pointing a pistol at a well dressed woman, who has sunk to her knees in horror. The man's arm is shaky, the gun barrel swinging around wildly. The woman's gaze is locked on a slumped form at her feet, blood slowing pooling around the body. The manager bursts into action, moving without thought. He rushes towards the. Mum's had to go back to work."The voice went quiet for a moment, and then asked, "So is Sarah staying with you tonight or do we need to come and get her?" If she needs to stay the night, it's not a problem," I found myself saying."And she wants to?" Angela asked. I peered over at Sarah and gestured her to come over but she refused. In the end, I shouted across our lounge the rhetorical question of whether she was staying here or going home, to which she screamed she wasn't going home "to that. Kneeling on the bed near her hips I grasped the hose. “Ready?”“Ready.” I snapped open the clamp to let the water flow. “Mmm...” she said, “nice and warm.”I spread open her gown and placed my hand on her abdomen, giving it a gentle, counter-clockwise massage to help move the enema deeper into her colon. “Touch feels nice,” she said as I caressed her. “Lower?” I moved my hand lower and continued massaging her, my fingers brushing against the top of her bush. “Lower?” she said again and I got the.