Our conversation continued. The tone of my voice became like that of a caring older sister or perhaps akin to a stern aunt. I donned rubber gloves and explored. With an index finger in his rectum I asked him to squeeze it for me. That earned just the slightest turn of an ankle clamp, providing just enough relief to receive a ‘thank you’; a very sincere ‘thank you’.
And so the morning meeting continued. Jamie getting to know my voice and my touch and learning gratitude. It was my hand, perceived as being such a kindness, that relieved the slow building agony. I also explored ‘the goods’ so to speak, examining Jamie as I would a piece of fruit in the market place.
Thereafter, twice per day, Jamie and I spent time together. Sometimes I walked him on a leash hooked to his neck constrai
