Anne Faints

Anne takes a drink of water.  It is hot outside, and walking home in the heat has made her parched.  Anne takes in the water and feels her tongue sigh -  it was hot, as hot as her sunburnt skin, and she finds relief.

"It must be two hundred degrees!"  gasps Anne as she opens her top to cool herself. 

Anne unbuttons her blouse to he waist and then she arches her back as she lets the cool water bottle chill her steaming skin.  Anne wishes there was a pool to dunk herself in, but there is no pool, she doesn't even have a backyard just one metre square of courtyard to let the dog run around in.

"I need a shower!" gasps Anne as she turns around to vacate the kitchen.

Anne Spies Nathan and she grimaces.  Quickly!  She buttons up her top to the collar as her face blushes bright red.  She feels stupid for having had been caught off guard, and Nathan smiles before he drops the keys by the plant pot. 

"Hot day;"  he cheers as he stands in a well air-conditioned business suit. "You look sunburnt;"  he adds.

"I know;"  tells Anne as she grows sour.  "I was just about to have a shower;"

"Good idea!"  tells Nathan as he stares at Anne's face which seems to grow an odd expression.

Anne wishes she could tell Nathan her embarrassment, but she chews on her tongue as she holds her wits on her head.  The weight in overwhelming and with stars on her eye-lashes Anne faints.  The water bottle in her hand spills ice water over the floor, and its surface chips a little -  however what Nathan worries about it Anne.  He approaches and taps her face - Anne's features remain dead, and with a sigh Nathan takes Anne to her bedroom.

In the bedroom Nathan stares at Anne -  he wishes she looked more like him then her mother, but she doesn't; she the spitting image of her mother when she was young, and Nathan wishes for a moment he could pretend that he was a young teenage once again.  However Nathan knows better, and so with discipline he goes to the shower to get a wash-cloth.  He dampens the coth and brings it back to the bedroom where he places the cloth on Anne's brow.

"Still blank - the sun must have damaged those brains!"  he muses as he wipes Anne's smooth brow.

Nathan doesn't mind the task of cooling Anne down, but he grows bored, and so he turns the air-conditioner on full blast to chill Anne's skin.  Back on the bed Nathan touches Anne's face, and he noticed it is hot but fast cooling.

"You'll survive;"  he mutters as he smiles.

Still the image of Anne haunts Nathan and he wishes he were sterner with himself then his instincts let on.  Nathan bothers to rub his lips against Anne's cheek, and it tastes sweet even with the sweat still staining its surface.  Nathan enjoys it - he wishes that he could go further but the sound of a car outside alarms him. 

"Is that Mary-Anne?"  he asks as he goes to the window.

But no, it is the delivery man doing his rounds on the street.  Nathan smiles out his relief -  he could see the eye of his wife stalking him even from the drive-way and the thought makes him shiver.  He has been very naughty indeed, and he wishes that he were not so naughty.

"I'd better go;" he mutters as he rubs his lips.  "This whole afternoon has caught me off-guard;"  he adds.  "I'd better go cool off!"  he gasps before he leaves.

Anne opens her eyes and she grimaces.  She had regained consciousness during that kiss and she feels gross and slimy.  She wishes she could run away -  but she knows better and she stays in bed thinking the worst things in the world.  She wishes she had not lost her brain, but it had flown and what had happened had surprised her.  Anne wishes she could forget, but she does lose a tear during a moment of stress.

"I'd better just hang around in my room from now on;"  she mutters as she sighs.  "That was a strange and unwelcoming experience!" she adds with a gasp.