While Regan considered the amazing scene, Tennyson fiddled with something in a nearby closet. When she heard the sound of rushing water, her mind took note, though she had no idea what this man was doing behind the closet doors. When he was finally ready, Tennyson emerged with a bloated enema bag, and a long hose with a fat plug attached to the end. The bag hooked at the top of a conveniently placed post, while the hose dangled almost to the floor.
Put this on, he ordered Regan, handing her a latex glove.
Sir?
You have your orders?
Yes, sir.
Good, then do as I say.
The latex snapped over her fingers, fitting her hand like skin. She remembered the snapping sound and the odd feel of a gloved hand on her body, but shed never been on the giving end of any scene where gloves we
