Love story

    "I challenge you to write about a most embarrassing moment. Something that you don't want to write about. Something that it's not even beautiful, or poetic... and nobody wants to write or read about..."

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    Although she greatly enjoyed traveling, Drew perceived the upcoming trip as dreary. She did not feel like taking a ten hour flight to another continent in the middle of winter. Moreover, she had had an awful week, with a night spent in an emergency room due to a panic attack. She needed more recovery time, but then the trip was just days away...

    On the eve of her flight she still did not feel well. Suitcases were nicely packed, but inside her body things were not right. She was suffering from a terrible constipation and knew that such condition would make her even more uncomfortable during her long flight, as she would be confined to a narrow space, and having available the most uninviting toilets that she was avoiding anyway, as much as she could. 

    A soon relief seemed unlikely and rest was impossible, so Drew expressed her frustration to her husband Jay a couple of times already. With his usual coolness that almost appeared to her as lack of care, Jay eventually told his wife that something had to be done, and he vanished in the night through the front door. She understood the he was up to something, so she waited, having a slight hope that things may get better. 

    Indeed, he came back shortly with a bag full of stuff, and addressed Drew in a joking and familiar tone that made her feel at ease, but anxious in the same time:

    "Get naked and wait for me in the bathroom..."

    "What...? What are you gonna do...?"

    "You need an enema..."

    "Enema...? How...?"

    "Just relax..."

    Drew decided to trust her husband as she remembered that he was able to come up with solutions in various situations that they went through during their considerable time together. She faced discomfort, felt awkward, and feared more discomfort, but undressed slowly as she was still pondering the whole situation, and waited for him in the bathroom.

    In the mean time, Jay opened the enema kit that he had brought, a distilled water container from the bag as well, squeezed some lemon juice, and mixed liquids in the small bucket from the package. Afterwards, he carried kit items to Drew. He put between her fingers the tip of a narrow silicone tube, and told her in a calm voice to bend over, curve her back a bit, and try to introduce it inside her anal orifice and push it gently so it would reach rectum. Drew was horrified at the idea of a foreign device to go inside there, but she conformed as she longed for relief, and Jay assured her that it would come for sure. 

    "You will feel an energy-like going through your body, it's not gonna hurt, it's just water... "

    "Yeah, right..." (ironically)

    "I can control the flow with this... ," and he showed her a small valve around the silicone tube, close to its other end. "You can tell me when to stop if you wish..."

    "Ok..." (distressed)

     A few times like that and the procedure finally stopped... Shortly after, Drew yelled at Jay from the toilet room with excitement in her voice:

    "It wooooorks..."

    A few hours later, in the air, above the clouds, Drew fell asleep...