This was where the party was. My friend saw her friend and we walked over to meet them. That's when I saw her from across the party. I didn't recogn...ze her at first, I was too busy checking out her body in that short skirt and sexy black panty hose that showed off her tattoos on her legs. It was a friend of an old girlfriend I hadn't seen in years. We always hit it off really well, much better than my girlfriend at the time. Always exchanging glances, flirty looks and that sort of thing,. I realised how stupid that sounded the moment it was out. A close, dead friend? Really? Oh My God.He stood up and took my hand. He held it firmly and I felt electricity shooting up my arm and radiating across my chest making my nipples tingle almost painfully. I wondered what the fuck was happening to me.He shook my hand firmly but not threateningly or showing off his strength or physical superiority the way a lot of men do. I wanted to pull him across my desk and kiss those lips. They were. Soon after I got out of college, the economy was bad and I was working part time. There was a bar in town where I would hang out with friends. It was more of a beer joint than a bar actually, with bar stools, tables and chairs, pool tables, juke box; kind of a dingy, run down place, but usually a fun crowd and it was run by a guy I knew. I was there one night shooting pool and drinking beer when a woman who hung around there a lot, I'll call her Cindy, approached me and said there was someone. I looked like it was about half empty. I told him I was cramping and asked if he could stop. He stopped the water for a minute until the cramping resided, took a picture of me with the enema nozzle sticking out of my ass, then he started it flowing again. A few minutes later I could feel the cramping building up again. I asked him to stop it, but he refused and said the bag was almost empty. Finally, after what felt like forever, the bag was empty. I asked if I could go to the bathroom to.