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>we were both in the 7th grade at the same school and >lived only three doors from each other.a bad stomach >flu and intestinal virus causing severe constipation >was effecting the females in our area.Our moms were >going to the doctor since they each contracted the >virus.we were both feverish and were sent home by the >school nurse.when we got to joannes house, we heard >our moms in the bed room and we walked in.sandras mom >was laying in bed while my mom was holding up a hot >water bottle with a hose on it stuck in my aunts >butt.my mom said that she just had a few enemas and >was giving my aunt a few enemas and then it is going >to be our turn.neither of us ever saw an enema like >this, since we always got bulb enemas from my mom and >aunt when we were ill.needless to say we were both >not looking forward to this at all.we were told to go >and lay down and they would be in to take our >temperatures rectally.they inserted the thermometers >and said they would be back in a few minutes.they came >in with a towel draped over their arms and set them on >the bed.the thermometers were removed and replaced >with an enema tube and we each got our first of many >bag enemas.we both said that they were much better >than getting the bulb stuck in and out,but the surge >of the bulb did feel nice and the bag enemas does'nt >do this.our moms bought higginson pumps and we both >enjoyed getting our enemas which started our girls >week end enema enjoyment and still do to this day.it's >enema time.

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