Too Hot
Billie winced as she tiptoed across the sun-baked deck with two cold wobbly-pops in hand. “You look smokin’ hot, sweetheart,” I said, taking the beers with one hand and pushing her into the pool with the other.
Photo by Joe Shlabotnik
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