Chapter 15: Hello, Vera

Indiana was baking in yet another torrid heat wave. Vera came across the street for a visit. In a friendly gesture, she was wheeling behind her a kid’s wagon hauling a cardboard box, lined with plastic and packed with ice and cold cans of soda.

Once they were all seated and moistened, Vera confessed. “Friends, I’m a desperate woman.”

“We know, Vera. That’s why Donna and I never leave you alone with Steve.”

“Rats! Am I that transparent? Don’t answer that. What I mean is, I’m wilting under this relentless heat. I need your husband, er, fiancé, to fix my AC before I lose the will to live. Is there any way we can make this happen?”

“You want Steve to bring his tool, uh, that is, tools, to your house? I don’t think we should allow it.”

“How about this. All three of you come over together. His eyes will stay off my fat ass entirely, with you two sexpots in his sight.”

“Not true. I know for a fact that Steve gets hot for women with big hooters and curves like yours, Vera. I’ve seen it.”

“Marina!” Steve growled. “Don’t talk about me like I’m not right here. You know it’s irritating. Vera, three, not two.”

“Three?”

“Three sexpots, using your word.”

Vera flushed bright red, and not from the heat.

“All three of us will come over to your place tonight at 8:00 so I can evaluate your system and what parts will be needed. You, Vera, need to have some ice cream on hand for us. We like vanilla, Donna likes Mint Chocolate. Deal?”