I walked into the living room where Sarah was lying face down on the couch in just her panties. Sweat had collected in the small of her back. I asked if she was alright. The power had only been out for 45 minutes, but it had already reached 80 degrees in the shaded part of the house. She was hot natured anyway, in more ways than one. “No, I'm dying of a heat stroke”, she said. “Sarah, I promise you're not dying.” She sat up straighter, her C cups perky on her chest. “Are you calling me a liar?” She coolly responded. I knew that cool tone. It meant anger just under the surface. I wasn't trying… Daha fazlasını okun