She wasn't anymore.AJ tried to recall the night before. She had hazy memory of a cute redhead with a mouth-watering phat ass, getting drunk, inviting ...er back home, accepting something… drugs? Maybe? Her ass felt sore. She placed a finger over her butthole, then remembered the enema. She had been so drunk and horny that she had let a total stranger pour an unknown substance inside her rectum. And now she looked like… like… like a fucking pornstar. Once she noticed how fucking gorgeous she was,. . bum, can I have your bum?"I laughed"Um, yeah, sure, but are you sure you could do it again? Surely you've had it now?" Something between his legs disagreed. My implied agreement to let him have my bottom had obviously inspired him once again."Is that ok with you ?" I asked JaneShe smiled"Well......yeah whatever. I don't, you see. I don't like it" You've tried it though?" I askedShe shook her head, smiling"Ok, do you want to help though?" I asked her "Help?" she laughed"Yes, lubricate me,. Sloane had only been in town for a couple of weeks or so, but already had an office at BB. I don’t mean a cubicle like mine, but a door, two windows, the real deal. I’m definitely going to start ordering more fish. Boiled Finnin-Haddie, say. Steamed muscles.“Come in, Birdie.”The sun was streaming in at a slant, catching all that red hair, sort of making it glow. Easy on the eyes, Ms. Sloane.“Say, did I ever happen to mention a certain Top Speller Prize?”“Yes, my first day here.”“The thing is,. ..Back in those days bread and milk was delivered to the house every day. The money for the delivery was left just inside the door and the young female baker would bound up the front steps, open the screen door and leave a loaf of bread. He knew the routine and that the baker would be arriving soon and so at first he would strip down to his shirt and underpants and lay on the sofa waiting. When she arrived he would feign sleep and wait for her to leave the bread, hoping that she would see.