Hot as Hell

It was so fucking hot outside yesterday I saw the devil. She's fine. She's told me that she's thinking about buying a condo that overlooks downtown and that I'd be more than welcome to go over to her place when it's done and "party." She told me that party would consist of a really nice night of causal drug use topped off with some unprotected sex with a few women I've never met.

We made small talk, joked about the heat and said it wasn't going to let up anytime soon. Naturally, I asked her about her career in law. She says it's good and she's making a pile of cash (as usual) but she wouldn't tell me what her opinion was about activist judges. Later, she told me that she was going to a Crossroads art show - she had her eye on some pretty provocative photos of "Our Lady of Guadalupe".

She didn't invite me to lunch but she looked like she was in a hurry. As she trotted off in her high heels, I called to her: "later."

"Sooner than you think," she replied.