it's hot in foxland

even the bottoms of her feet were sweating this morning. the air hung thick, like a wet wool blanket and not a single leaf stirred on the branches outside. "ughhhhhh," she moaned, wiping strands of hair away from her face. they reminded her of linguine or those rubber tongues inside an automatic carwash. a knock sounded at the door and she closed her indecently splayed legs. immediately beads of sweat began to gather where they met. "yuuuuup! c'mon in!" she yelled, stationary on the couch. ashley came slowly up the stairs with her boxers rolled down at the waist and up on her thighs. "dude. let's go in the sauna." she personally thought this sounded terrible. why would you subject yourself to 115 degree heat in a dark sweatbox when you could lay in 102 degree heat on the couch. "hey, it'll make it seem cooler outside. let's go." she grabbed her water bottle and headed for the door with ashley.

once inside she smelled last nights adventures seeping out of her pores. it had been so hot and the wine had been so cold. fuck. she had slipped into a summer mood the minute the solstice moon lit up the sky. she thought about enduring the heat in silent meditation but ashley broke the silence. "how was last night?" "soooo groovy." it had been jessica's 30th groovy birthday bash and everyone came dressed in their 70's gear. she thought about the end of the night when the wine went to her head and the melted chocolate on the stove was discovered. friends became chocolate covered body parts and that's when steve had had enough.. she wanted to stay but didn't trust herself to be left with sexy friends, more wine and all that chocolate at four in the morning. "i feel restless, like a mustang being broke to ride." ashley nodded and rivulets of sweat poured off her nose. both girls had grown up with horses. "i'm just in a mood, but i think it's just pms. i feel totally bitchy right now." ashley laughed in accordance and they opened the door out to the pool. she was right, it did make it seem much cooler outside. the pool felt even better. foxland was exciting and hot, for sure. she reflected on the clothing line, the fire spinning, the energy working, the sex, the romance novel she just finished reading. shit, her own life was hotter than that stupid four hundred page cocktease. "hmmm, maybe i'll start writing erotica again," she said aloud. ashley looked up. "good idea."