Pablo (king_cool_paul) wrote,

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The Muse Is Hot

The Muse lay sprawled on the hardwood floor of the living room, wearing nothing but bra and panties, a light sheen of sweat coating her pale skin.

"Fucking hell," she said. "It's too goddamn hot. I can barely breathe in here."

"Not my fault there's a lack of air conditioning," I said.

"Oh, it is. You could go out and buy one."

"I'm poor," I said. "In the summer, the poor sweat. You want air, you have to go find yourself a nice rich sugar daddy."

"I would, but he might insist that I put out before I get the air, and it's too hot for putting out. It's almost too hot for breathing, actually. My lungs hurt. It's like being in a kiln in here."

"You're a wuss. It's only 80 degrees in here. That's not even triple digits."

With a sound like a fruit roll-up being pulled from the plastic backing, the Muse unstuck herself from the floor and rolled onto her stomach. "Just because I haven't yet burst into flame on your floor doesn't mean it's not too hot."

"You say that as if you think I enjoy this heat. I'm not happy unless it's in the low 50s, and I can see my breath."

"Well, that's because you're a freak."

"Glad you noticed," I said.

"But it's still too fucking hot."
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