My Cardboard Balcony

When There's Heat by Belinda Roddie When she walked my way, the adrenaline zapped my bones and melted them into butter. When she kissed me, she tasted like cinnamon, those lips burning with that extra spice. When she pulled me to the bed, I couldn't help adoring her femininity - the way her skirt made her legs burst forward like soft, but sturdy, redwood tree trunks. I drew her toward me, and we were stirred together into one pot. She took hold of my hair before we descended into the scalding brew - all boiled, bubbling, and to be simmered and served with a smile.

The city that Hannah visited was quite high up - fifteen thousand feet above sea level, to be exact. She remembered to take her altitude sickness medication, and consequently, as she stepped out of the plane into the thin Cuzco air, she was able to breathe and stay steady. By contrast, Erika was already turning green around the gills.