Zonked

Phil was being asked if he feared the colonoscopy, because having some tube running up your ass canal was no picnic. I was thinking that the dude just didn’t understand what a picnic that really could be when I heard Phil answer that they were trying a new technique on the team. They were testing a fancier camera with a thicker-than-normal tube, and therefore were giving the guys medicine that really opened the canal up before the test and then giving them knockout drops during the test and for the night after the test so that they could sleep through most of the pain that accompanied and followed the procedure.

“So, there will be pain, but there won’t be that much left after I’ve wakened the next morning,” Phil was saying. “Personally, I think they only are forcing us to take the exam so they’ll have healthy guinea pigs to see how the new equipment and procedure goes.”

My tablemates droned on with a scatological discussion of having a thick tube going up your ass, but I tuned them out while my mind quickly formed a plan that would fulfill my dreams without Phil ever knowing what had happened to him.

The night of the day of Phil’s exam, I took a long, hot shower while my suite mates were settling in for the night and then waited until four in the morning, breathing heavy, in anticipation of the pleasure that I hoped was to come.