“It’s so fucking hot in here!” She exclaimed as she walks into the living room. She’s wearing her regular choice in lounge attire, short shorts and a vest top, garments that can’t hope to hide the lower part of her belly as it hangs over her waistband and peeks out from under the vest’s hem.
I watch on appreciatively as she walks past, her lower belly roll jiggling with each heavy, bare-footed step. She plops down on her couch which just sets every inch of her off, it makes me smile.
“It’s the height of summer, what do you expect?” I ask as I lean over to make sure the fan is oscillating and that we both get some brief moments of relief from the unmanageable heat.
“It never used to be this bad.” She complains before taking a long drink from her beer stein, well, it’s my beer stein but I don’t mind her using it.
“That’s global warming for you.” I retort. While partly true, it isn’t the only reason that she’s red faced and sweaty.
