Helen was lying beside me, awake. “Good morning,” I said.“Morning...”“Do you need to use the bathroom?”“I went already,” she replied.�...��Well, I need to. I forgot about that aspect of enemas.”When I returned Helen was sitting up, still in her peek-a-boo babydoll and with the covers over her lap. “What should we do today?” I asked.“Now, I think I need an enema,” she said. “My tummy is starting to pooch out. Do we need to wait until tonight?”“No. Some think first thing in the morning is the best. Grabbing my room key card, I headed down the hall to the elevator. Several others – mostly middle-aged women with lots of makeup – were waiting and gave me the eye. I greeted them as politely as I could although I felt like a slab of meat at the butcher under their scrutiny. On the back lawn, several BBQ’s had been set up and the smell of hamburgers, smokies, salmon and shishkabab tantalized the taste buds. I guess my hunger would help to dissipate some of my nervousness and I found it easier. One day I was trying to rush to get all the lawns mowed. Mrs. Baker’s was the last one of the day and I was already sweating. It was so hot outside I took off my shirt and left it in her garage. I refilled the gas tank and started trimming the backyard. She has an old trellis covered with rosebushes near the back of the yard. I would take extra care there because I knew it was her favorite area.As I put the edger away I looked up and the sky was dark gray. The wind started to pick up and I saw. You are a family member. Please do oblige’. This was the first time I looked at bhabi with that perspective. I felt sorry for her. I said, ‘OK, bhabi. But it should remain between us. No one should know about it. And if we do enjoy sex, it should be at night. People will start doubting if I keep on coming home in the day time’. Bhabi said, ‘That’s fine. But not today…. Please let us do it right now, here’. I gave in.Bhabi got up. She threw her dupatta aside. I could see the outline of her.