Her information only served to confirm that it was what it seemed to be, an exclusive, expensive, well run spa. The owner and her deceased husband bot... came from old money. Their children were grown and successful. The spa employed top notch people, and paid them well. There had been a few scattered accidents over the years, but their record was better than most comparable facilities.She arrived early for her appointment, and requested a tour. Apparently, from the young lady's reaction, it was. The proctoscope was a long thin cylinder as big around as a man’s forefinger and twelve inches long. It had all but disappeared inside my butt and barely an inch protruded from my anus while the nurse looked in my bottom. I could hear the nurse pull the center portion out of the scope & turn on the overhead light. The nurse explained that he was going to inflate my bowel with some air to open them up and take some pictures. I could feel bubbles of air go up inside me. It felt really weird but. How about we get going now?’ So I drove to the nearest seedy motel. I had done this often enough to know exactly where they are. These places exist for the sole purpose of guys like me exercising guilty pleasures. On reaching, I got out and quickly went up to the counter in front. Discreetly, I gave him a couple of notes. The signal was clear: I didn’t want him to see my face. The guy accepted it gratefully. Many of the clientele were married and thus, anonymity was of prime importance. It was. Adam had always been self-conscious about his small size, butin this instance it made life so much simpler. Seeing as he even fit intoMother's old tailored suits, there was no doubt he could start dressing inher clothes all the time, given the sheer amount of them that she'daccumulated. They were perfect for Adam, who seemed now to be even morewithdrawn than before - which didn't harm the dinner service one bit.Martin had his arm around me later that night, when Adam came into ourroom carrying.