Cam and I were doing our Fourth of July thing again — a street fair, an antique-car exhibit, local bands, and a load of booze —

when we ran into a couple we knew, Kira and Mike, who were heading to a bar to escape the heat for a while. Cam and I thought that was a great idea.

The four of us were enjoying being out of the blazing midsummer heat when Kira asked if we were staying for the fireworks. I wasn’t sure. The heat really was too much, and the screwdrivers were beginning to get to me.

“What do you think about going over to our house and hitting the pool?” Kira asked us. “We can see some of the fireworks from there.” I looked at Cam and knew he was all for it — anything to escape the heat. And I could read his evil little mind; he wanted to see Kira... Leer Más