‘No one’s fucked me like that since… GAWD.’ ‘Since you were 39?’ ‘Try 29.’ ‘Kids’ll be up soon,’ you go. ‘No sleep for you, h...h.’ Positioned on her back, naked, one hand hiding her nipples, she strokes your chin with her big toe. ‘I may not sleep, but I can tell people we slept together,’ she giggles. ‘What time you meeting your lawyer? Making it official – the divorce, I mean?’ ‘Baby, we don’t need to talk about that. Snuggle me.’ ‘Cuddling’s an extra ten bucks an hour,’ you tell her,. I thanked Brittni for not actually being a bear or other dangerous forest dwelling creature.Brittni told us she actually preferred to be called Britt. She had a couple of weeks away from her grueling class load back in California and she'd flown up to Vancouver to do a hitch-hiking, camping vacation. She decided this area offered safety and natural beauty with its awe-inspiring forests and national parks.She was heading the same direction as us, and readily agreed when I suggested she was more. They sashayed into the great room and took their places on either side of me, and cuddled underneath the blanket for a rest. I put my arms around them both, and drew them against me, and let myself drift back off.We slept for about an hour, until Constance's phone rang and roused us all.She grabbed it and went into the bedroom to talk. When she came back I could tell something bad had happened, and I jumped up and hugged her to show support. She clung so tightly I knew it was really bad, and. ”“I can hardly wait.”“I see you’re prepared.”“Yes and you need to be prepared, too.” She approached me, untied my necktie and began unbuttoning my dress shirt. She pulled the tails out of my waistband and slid the shirt off my shoulders. Then she unfastened my belt and undid my pants. I slipped off my shoes and stepped from them and pulled off my socks.“So what is your big idea?” I asked.“Tonight, I am giving enemas to you.” she replied.“Wait, what? Helen -- I’m not into them the way you are. I.