“Sweaty” Part 1
“Sweaty” by Julius Copyright 2005 Mitzi rang the bell. Nobody answered, so she opened the screen door and rapped with her knuckles. The door swung open a couple of inches. Blowing a drop of sweat off the tip of her nose she decided this must be the hottest of her forty-eight summers. Voices, she was sure she could hear voices. God but it was hot, even in the shade of the house. Perspiration prickled in her armpits. She felt a trickle working its way down her spine, headed for her shorts. She pushed the door open, stuck her head into the kitchen and called. Ahead of her, the stairs down into the basement beckoned. Again the sound of voices, probably a TV. Damn it, she needed a hand with the mower. She crossed to the …