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Not Billy. And not when it was Mrs. Wilkins. As she took off his clothes, it was as if she were laying bare the little boy who had long yearned to be in her care. At the moment when she took his underpants down, he felt even more secure and cozy, the way he had felt as a young child when his mother or a baby sitter got him ready for a bath before bedtime. A strong scent of Mrs. Wilkins’s lavender perfume filled the air and made Billy feel even more at home. Once his underpants were neatly laid out on the bed on top of his pants, Mrs. Wilkins lifted her skirts, patted her plump thighs, and said, “I think it will be easier if you lie over Mommy Wilkins’s lap, Billy … that’s it … that’s my good boy. Is this how your mommy gives you enemas?” “Yes, Mrs. Wilkins, only she usually sits on the toilet seat in the bathroom.” “That’s how I do it at home with Johnny but the bathroom here isn’t big enough.