This here is one female bodybuilder who is very health conscious. None of that steroid crap for me. First thing I tell a feller who signs up to work out with me at my club is that you got to be healthy and clean. And what I mean by that is; you start from the inside out. A good enema up the tush first thing in the morning will clean out the system and make you feel fresh and ready for a brand new day.

So take this feller who comes into my office. He's a real wimp. Says he wants to build muscles for the girls at the beach. Skinny runty guy, top of his head comes up about to my left tit. I tell him, sure, feller, but first we got to clean you out. I tell him to drop his drawers and I proceed to do the old enema bag routine. He starts protesting. It's not what I paid for, he tells me. I thought the exercise machines. Maybe free weights.

So what I do is I stop them in their tracks right there. Listen, I tell him. You want to bulk up or not? If not, you can have your money back and scram. Well, I guess, he says, pulling down his gym shorts. I mean, they're pink and practically come up to his chin. I go to the bathroom at the rear of my office and start filling up the enema bag. I'm sure he can hear the faucet on high. I look back over my shoulder and he's sort of poking his head in the doorway with this real worried look. Get over here, I say, into the shower stall. See that towel rack? Grab hold of it with both hands and spread them legs like you're being frisked.

I swear, this feller's eyes are all rolling around in his head, but he spreads them and I hang the enema bag up high on the shower stall door so the gravity will make the water gush good, lube up the nozzle of the enema bag cord with some soap and stick it up the wimp's third eye. Boy did he yell. Yowzer!

Baby, feel the water, I say. Feel the pressure on your internal organs, I tell him. He's sort of purring by now, I got a grip on his hair with my fist and I'm pulling his head back and I reach the crook of my arm around his neck so he won't buck but his chin keeps trying to slip from my biceps but I flex good so he can't get out.

You fill yourself up with this bag until it's good and empty then just squat there on the floor of the shower stall for 10, 15 minutes until you can't hold it no loner and then let go. I'll be waiting in my office doing some paperwork, I tell him. When you're done and all the water has flushed out your hole and all the garbage that was inside has come out, you turn on the shower and clean out this stall. I'll know you're done when I hear the shower on. Then we can begin a real workout.

So I relax my grip on him and let him go, and he's turning red in the face even though I let him go, I guess it's because of the nozzle up his hole that's doing it, and he's bent over real awkward-like and sort of nods at me so I know the wimp is going to do what I say, so I shut the shower door and go back to my office to get some paperwork done.

That's how we start the workout every morning at my gym when you work out with me.