Needless to say, this wasn't my proudest moment but it was definitely hot. Speaking of hot, it was the middle of last summer. I had just turned 20 years old. It was just my stepfather, his friend and I at home for the day. They were outside talking and I was ready to go in the pool with my new bikini. I walked outside and they stopped talking and just stared. I smiled at them and they resumed their conversation. So then I jumped in the pool and when I came up, I noticed that my top had fallen down. They both just stared at my 36° chest for the entire three seconds they were exposed. I quickly retied my top on and they went back to whatever they were talking about.
It was a hot summernight. It was after midnight and this hot summer night Rachel could not sleep. While the air conditioning ran almost constantly, it didn't seem to be helping. She looked over at her husband, Scott, who was apparently unaffected. After tossing and turning a couple more times she got up and went downstairs. Maybe a glass of cold water would help. She decided to step out onto the back deck. Maybe there would be a breeze. Outside, the summer night was as dark as it was hot. Even dressed in her usual nighttime attire, a tank top and bikini panties, she found no relief from the heat. She looked around as she took a drink from her water. She wondered if the neighbors were also suffering. Jack and Dana were about the same age as she and Scott, around 30, and had been neighbors for the last four years.