Hot As.

A stove. An oven. The inside of a bag of microwaved popcorn. The vinyl car seat after you come out the mall with your mom, drinking your kid-sized Orange Julius. The plastic straps of the chaise lounges at the pool. The ladder on the high dive. The head of a just-blown-out match. The asphalt of the cul-de-sac on your bare feet. Coffee from any fast-food place. Two rodents engaging in intercourse in a woolen stocking.

The fancies said we had a chance for a stray afternoon storm. Those bastards were lying.