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May 23, 2007
Amy was prone on the table, the tube elongated from her rear. Her friends had assured her this was the best thing ever, good for health and revitalizing. She’d be sure to pass her new employment drug test and would feel great too boot. The woman officiating had been a professional dancer. Obsessed with naturopathic living, she found that in giving colonics she was dispensing inner calm as well as health. Amy nervously asked questions, feeling the impact and then panic as the flush began, wildly uncontrolled sensations of release. She looked over her shoulder, the tube was black, coursing.