On my trail of enema devotees I unexpectedly came across a small advert in the personal column of a weekly magazine to the effect that the advertiser was willing to ‘give enemas to ladies in their own homes’. As I was keen to get in touch with devotees of the enema I thought an approach to the advertiser might be fruitful.

I was uncertain whether to pretend that I was a woman or whether to write to the advertiser frankly and tell him I would value his co-operation. In the end I decided on the latter course. I told the advertiser (it was not clear from the advert whether it was a man or a woman) of my interest in the enema and anything he could tell me about the replies (if any!) he had had from his/her announcement would be most welcome and would be treated with confidence.

I wrote to the box number given in the magazine and when I had heard nothing for about a fortnight I began to assume that the advertiser was unwilling to help me.

Then, unexpectedly, I got a telephone call from the advertiser. It was a man’s voice and he said he wanted to thank me for my letter and that he would like to meet me. It was arranged that we should meet for dinner at a West End restaurant the following day. (more…)