Dave grew up in a small town in western Pennsylvania. Rachel, who he always thought of as his cousin, lived two blocks away but was really his mom's brother's stepdaughter. Being close knit and in a small town environment family members saw one another frequently. Dave and Rachel, also being the same age, were in classes together at school and hung out together, but nothing was serious. Upon graduation from high school Dave got a degree in metallurgy from a state university on the east coast whereas Rachel went to the west coast and got a degree in nursing.
Dave had taken a job with a medium sized producer of aircraft parts and on a wintery day in February had to make an extended business trip to Chicago and thence onward to Salt Lake City and finally Seattle. As it turned out Rachel lived in Seattle and when Dave sent her an email telling her of his trip, she jumped at the chance to see him because it had been nearly seven years since they had connected as family.
It was a snowy Sunday afternoon when he caught his first flight. Flying was something that generally agreed with Dave, but could become stressful due to weather and this was one of those days. On Monday morning he called on his client near Chicago and was briefed on the production problems that he would see in both Salt Lake City and Seattle.
It wasn't until late Thursday afternoon that his plane landed at Seattle in the midst of a torrential downpour. Since Rachel agreed to pick him up at the airport, the minute he got off the plane he texted her that she should meet him at baggage claim number 12. He no sooner picked up his bag when he turned around and saw a very attractive petite blond dressed in a gray skirt with navy wellington boots and a trenchcoat. Despite the trenchcoat and boots, he could tell that she had a great pair of legs and nice figure.
"Gosh, but she is attractive," he said to himself as he smiled and approached her.
"Hi Dave," said Rachel giving him a to die for smile and a warm hug. "How was the flight?"
"Tiring, but at least this one was on time."
"It's such a miserable night, let's just get take-out on the way home. This weather is typical for Seattle, but there's no sense getting drenched," she said leading him to a sheltered causeway that accessed the parking garage. The two chatted all the way to the car. He learned that Rachel had been married for less than two years and was recently divorced. While he knew that she had gotten a nursing degree, he also had not been aware that she had become a certified nurse practitioner and had a very nice job with a large OB/GYN practice.
Once in the car the discussion turned to what to pick up for dinner. The options were seafood, Chinese, or Italian. Since Seattle was a great town for seafood, that is what they agreed upon and after a quick stop were proceeding home with grilled wild salmon, rice pilaf, and coleslaw. At Rachel's townhouse, her parking place was some distance away and while she was dressed for the weather, poor Dave got soaked. Once inside she showed him to the spare bedroom where he could change out of his wet clothes and then she went to the kitchen to get dinner ready.
Dave finally came to the kitchen and was wearing a pained expression. "The salmon looks great, but I'm not feeling that hungry," he admitted.
"What's wrong? Are you OK?" she asked with concern a frown replacing her usual winner smile.
"I'm fine, but a bit stressed from the trip. My stomach also feels a little upset."
"Let me take a look at you," said Rachel feeling his head. "I'll get my stethoscope."
When she returned, she had Dave sit on the sofa as she listened to his chest. Then had him lie down as she palpated his abdomen.
"I'm fine, really," he said.
"Your stomach feels bloated and hard. When was your last BM?" she asked with a professional demeanor.
"Probably Sunday before I went to the airport."
"Sunday? That's four days ago. No wonder you're not feeling well. I suspect that you are just really constipated. I wouldn't be feeling all that great either!"
"I usually don't go that long, but with the air travel and the client meetings I haven't really had a good opportunity."
"OK, come into the bedroom. Take off your jeans and lie down on your tummy," said Rachel then disappearing.
Dave had no idea what she was up to but surmised that her nursing skills had just kicked into high gear. A couple of minutes later she returned, having changed into jeans and an old University of Washington sweatshirt. She also had brought with her a large towel, latex gloves, a tube of KY, and a jar of suppositories.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to give you a suppository. Now just pull down your briefs."
"But I . . ."
