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It was probably the seventh straight forty-degree day. The weekend had been bearable, mainly because we?d spent all day at the beach, and then the evening in the pub. So had half of the city. It was packed.*Now it was Wednesday, and the tiny fan in Monique?s apartment just pushed the hot air from one side of it to another. The air conditioner had busted on day one, and getting someone to repair it was nearly impossible. It was the Mersin Escort day before payday.* Neither of us had any money to hit the pub with its air conditioning and cold beer.*Instead, we made do with wandering around nearly naked or sitting directly on top of the fan.*If that wasn?t bad enough, we were both as horny as hell. Monica had been away for two weeks when the heat wave started. Two weeks of messages Mersin Escort Bayan telling me how badly she wanted me had gotten us both pretty keyed up. But our reunion sex was pretty much ruined by the oppressive heat. Sadly, the shower in her tiny apartment didn?t offer much comfort and definitely couldn?t fit the both of us.*So here we were, trying desperately to stay cool while watching each Escort Mersin other?s sweat-drenched naked bodies wander around the apartment.*?Let?s go and wash my car,? Monica said suddenly.*?Really?? I asked, ?why???Because at least if I?m doing something, I might not think about how hot I am,? she snapped, ?get some clothes on.?She stood abruptly and went to her room, emerging a minute later in cut-off denim shorts and a white singlet. She threw me a pair of shorts and headed for the door.*The self-serve car wash was empty when we arrived. The whole city was dead. Anyone who could be was somewhere cool.*?Be a sweetie and grab me a Coke,? Monica pointed at the vending machine and handed me some coins.*