"I realize this is kind of scary, Tonya, but I promise that you won't get hurt. There'll be some pain involved in the therapy, but it has to be that w...y; it won't work correctly otherwise..."He gently stroked Tonya's face, and she started relaxing. He walked around to the other end of the table, and patted her butt. He took the enema bag off the hook, and disconnected the hose from it. He laid the hose across her back, and took the bag over to a nearby bench, where he set it down and picked up. Karen is bisexual and later admitted to wanting both me and my wife. She would also tell me a lot about my wife. My wife and Karen both had hip injuries in a car accident and met that way. They go to a once monthly dance. Here is were my wife does her deeds. The building for the dance has a small hallway leading to the bathrooms. Here people meet and do all kinds of things. My wife apparently has been taking a few men back here. She adamantly denies this but slips up all too often. . I had managed the morning shower, but I still had wet hair. I knew that I could either dry my almost non-existent hair and do my makeup, or I could drink a cup of coffee. Since I promised not to run over any more kids while they waited for the school bus, I opted for the coffee.When I drove into the parking lot of Ed's converted service station, my hair, if it had been longer, would have been a rat's nest, and my face looked like that of a corpse, but I was on time. It was a good thing too,. They went to their cars and put their stuffaway, then went to the auditorium to set up for the dance. Since it wasformal, they decided to make it a 1940s swing and jazz themed dance. Alocal band volunteered to perform for free, since the high school bandwas made up of students who had only just learned their instruments. Thehigh school band would get their chance to perform though during thebasketball and football games. They decorated the auditorium like a1940s dance club, and were pretty.