“No, I mean come with me.”
She stood, and walked warily into the bathroom. On the counter she saw some sort of cushion, a red, rubbery-looking bag, and long, clear tubing. All were set up in the orderly fashion that was Jason’s trademark. So this was what he’d been working on while she was eating breakfast.
“What the —” she said.
“What you’re going to do,” he said, placing the cushion on the edge of the tub, “is place your hips on this. You can just relax your upper body and support yourself by leaning over into the tub.”
“But what ...what are you—”
“You start your training program with Dr. Travis this morning. We’re going to make sure you’re clean for him.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Don’t tell me you’ve never had an enema.”
She froze for a few moments before throwing her body into h
