They were marched into a smaller room where technicians in slicked rain suits used power sprayers to wash them down with water and a very acidic smell...ng anti-flea and tick spray. They were forced to sit on enema tubes with their pussies wide while they were sprayed with water and hold the enema as they walked into the next room to release it.Any girls who dropped their enema early were whipped. Jo, Natalie, Blair and Tootie were thankful they had practiced holding enemas for thirty minutes or. She’s very tense but that isn’t too unusual. I wonder if it’s situational. I brush her hair back from her face and she nods to me, a nearly unnoticeable movement, the slightest imaginable, and I move away. When her arms dropped to her sides I knew she was mine for the night. As the shirt slipped onto the floor I leaned in close enough for her to feel my breath on her bare skin. If she wanted out, this was the time. I entwined her hair in my fingers and pulled while bringing her body closer. Even if he didn't feel quite right.Then, one day as he left school Jared heard a sobbing in a corner by the stairs. Looking over, he saw an attractive young woman hunched over herself. Her pink dress had black stains on it and was matted and wrinkled under her."Are you okay," Jared asked, approaching the young lady cautiously.The girl looked up at him with horror in her face at first. And then a strange recognition overcame her features. "It's you!" Who?" You! Gwen... right? We met in the mall,. Nor can Helen. I'll bring it so you can have a look. It might amuse you for an hour or so."The book was small and black. It was full of very precise shorthand written with a dark pencil. I put it aside until I was alone. Then I started to read.I wish I hadn't read that book. I wish Clare hadn't found it. I wish she had thrown it away before giving it to me. It's too late now.The book was Nurse Jones' personal and private diary. It wasn't continuous. All entries were timed and dated. Sometimes a.