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The heat.
The sweltering summer heat.
It built and built and refused to go away. Days went by, weeks even, and the city hadn’t had more than a light breeze or wispy cloud to help fend off the scorching sun. Those who lived with air conditioning could find comfort in that uncomfortable heat. Betty Bell wasn’t one of them.
Hers was an apartment on the third floor of an old building not ten minutes from her college. One bedroom. One bathroom. One open space with a kitchenette to the side. Small. But also hers. It was the first place the eighteen year old could truly call her own. It was freedom. Not the freedom to move that comes with one’s first car, but the freedom to live that comes with one’s first place. The apartment had everything the young woman wanted. Everything but an AC unit.
She would do anything to cool down. Anything to mitigate the stuffy heat of her tiny apartment. If that meant laying naked on the floor with a soaking wet towel over her busty chest, then lay and soak is what she’d do.