A Hot Shower

She is just barely on this side of half my age, but was blessed with the gleam of mischief in her eyes, and the satisfying savor of high intelligence in her words.

We had met twice before. The first time at Burning Man, where she served me (and hundreds of other people) a bowl of soup, just one of the many many tens of thousands of pretty and interesting looking people there. I met her the second time at a costume party, where she was dressed in a role that perfectly fit her build and affect.

From that encounter, we exchanged enough tokens to find each other online, and from there, chatting back and forth, and of course, flirting

So one of my weekends home, one cold rainy night, I invited her for a hot soak and a comfortable chat.

"And what are your intentions?" she asked me.

"To soak in the hot water, chat with you, and then return you safely home," was my answer.

And thus, an hour later, we were standing naked in the rain, lifting the lid on the hot tub. And discovered, to my horror, that it was *cold*! I had chem'ed it earlier, but hadn't put my hand in.

Shivering, we returned to the house, and to warm our cold feet and shivering bodies, shared a hot shower and scrubbed each other's backs.