Out of the Jacuzzi, Into the Sauna
by Scott Pearson
Im taking off my clothes, Kate said. Holding her damp white shirt away from her skin, she flopped it around to try to cool off, then started unbuttoning.
Bill looked up and dragged an arm across his forehead to stop the sweat from running into his eyes. His graying hair was plastered across his head, and his blue polo shirt was soggy and hanging on his shoulders. I dont think thats a good idea.
First off, I never thought Id hear my husband say that. Second, were in a sauna.
Locked in a sauna. Theres a difference.
She stopped unbuttoning. Thats all youve got to say? How about the guy with the gun doesnt deserve to see me topless?
Thats when the door opened. . . .