After about twenty minutes I heard Mae complaining to Dora that she did not need an enema and Dora replying that she did, indeed need one and was goin... to get one so stop complaining and go to your room.Mae sat on the foot of her bed. Dora climbed the stairs carrying the old red bag, bulging with a full two-quart load of hot water. On the end of the hose was a black, hard-rubber enema pipe. Dora also carried a towel over her arm and a jar of Vaseline.She handed the towel to Mae. Both of us knew. I tried to force my eyes to stay open. The sight of Stephanie riding me like a cowgirl in Buffalo Bill’s Wild West Rodeo was the kind of mental picture show you wanted to file away into the back of your mind for future use. I could hardly believe what I was seeing: her lust-filled eyes blaring with need, her tongue sliding over her moist pink lips, her hair swaying over her shoulders in shimmering, bleach-blonde locks, her full breasts perfect and mouthwatering in the restraints of her. I reached for the shower gel and squeezed some into my hand, I rubbed it into my shoulders, then my arms and then across my waist. I moved the soapy hands up over my breasts and started to rub them, as I did so I started to remember some of the things that had been said to me, some of the naughty things I had said to people on FaceBook and Twitter. My mind was starting to race and my hands were rubbing harder into my breasts. I felt my nipples go erect and my left hand started to pinch my. Bribed my mom to make me go to prom with him.’ ‘What if we tried to spin it?’ Denise got all serious. ‘You can say you’re going with him as a mercy date, and maybe people will vote for you to be prom queen?’ ‘You think that would work?’ I asked, my tone full of hope. ‘It’s worth a shot — who knows? Listen, I’m getting tired, but if you need anything, just ask. I’m sure it will work out. I’ll see you tomorrow.’ ‘Of course you can say that, you’re not the one being forced to go out with Barrett.