I was not very happy, but tried to keep cheerful. This was torture. My aunt kept apologizing for the heat, but promised we would be done soon. About 5...30 that afternoon the fix it guy had the air conditioner running again. I was soaking wet. My aunt said there was one last thing. I had to put boxes up in the attic. I thought it was hot down on the main floor, but the attic had to be at least 130 degrees and dusty. I could feel the dirt cling to my body along with my shirt and shorts. When I. There is also something called a anal douche, that is used to squirt warm soapy water up the rectum to clean it out. It’s very similar to an enema but not as drastic. Jane was fasinated by this new information, and filed it away for later thought. ‘Anything else you would like to know about it?’ Mabel asked suggestively. ‘Have you tried it?’ Jane whispered, blushing furiously. ‘I thought you would have to ask that question, you sexy little minx. Yes of course I’ve tried it. I love being fucked. I look at you andjust see what you should be. Your body is one that I wish I had. You'reskinny and the perfect height. You have nice legs. I knew that if I couldjust give you some feminine features you would be every guys dream." I wasso confused. "Shelly, I'm a man. A straight man. I could understand I wasgay and wanted a change but you are destroying my life!" She began to laughloudly. "You think I care what you want? This is about me and about what Iwant. You might not have noticed but I get. She had known what they were, and yet a small part of her a fraction of her held out, trying to convince her that it wasn’t happening again. As she topped the stairs, she had left herself. Tara’s body was just a shell of a woman walking toward her room. It was as if she were hovering above and the hallway before her was an endless stretch of pain and darkness. The door was before her and her fingers reached out to grasp the polished brass knob. The woman had closed her eyes and took a deep.