Ice

Her palm was so damp that the gin and tonic nearly slid out of her hand. Pamela stabilized it, and took a generous sip, being hot and thirsty.

“I didn’t expect global warming quite this soon,” she said, blotting her exquisite face with a white bandana.

Carl plucked an ice cube from his own drink, got down on one knee by her chaise, and slid the ice slowly down her spine. “Ooh. Nice. Just keep doing that all day…..”

He handed her a small box. “This will last all day, and more….”

Inside was a chunky bracelet made of silver, crystal, glass, and lucite.

She slid it on and felt a minor chill. “Carl! It’s so……cool!”

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It’s August. To get something cool of your own ($50) chat with Louisa on the Contact page. (Cute guy with ice cube not included.)