The more time I spent in the company of good-intentioned people, the less time I spent missing Erin, not to mention moping about my current predicamen....The Hongs' daughter-in-law, who asked us to call her Irene, also enjoyed hanging out in the store. Her husband typically worked on Sundays, and their two-year-old son cavorted around the shop, occasionally making a nuisance of himself, but mostly remaining well-behaved. Irene, a stay-at-home mom who nonetheless had a college degree, spoke. I suggested he come with me to my sister's but he said he wanted to have dinner in his new apartment. He asked me if I would cook for him."Are you nuts?" I asked. "I'm not going to cook all day and night just for a dinner." Would you come if you don't have to cook?" he asked. "Our neighborhood market has a special on precooked Thanksgiving dinner. You get the turkey with all the trimmings, the mashed potatoes and everything. They even include a pie for dessert. They precook it all and you just. I would live to please her. Each night we would repeat our ritual. Some nights she would be horny and I would have to spend hours satisfying her. I never knew she could go on for so long. Sometimes she would get behind me while I was on all fours and kind of press against me. It was strange because she couldn't get off on it and neither could I. On other nights she might awake in the middle of the night and whisper for me to service her. She would lazily spread her legs and reach a small. " My aunt agreed and called for me to follow her.We went upstairs to the bathroom and she told me to get in the tub on my hands and knees. I did as ordered and watched as she opened a cabinet and pulled out a large rubber bag with a thin hose attached to it. On the end of the hose I saw a little plastic wand with holes all around it. She unscrewed the cap and started to fill it with water. "This is an enema bag. I'm going to clean out your ass really good so no one gets shit on their dick. Your.