Jane walked in the door to her apartment hoping Ron wouldn’t be home. She couldn’t remember a hotter summer in San Francisco, and for some reason Ron seemed to want sex all the time anyway.

Jane just wanted a shower and to relax with a pint of Cherry Garcia.

Her day had been hell. Not only had the dispatcher put her on another bus route, she’d gotten a bus with an anemic air conditioner…and no pick up whatsoever. You try driving a hot bus up and down San Francisco’s hills sometime in a bus that has no oomph.

She stripped off her sweaty uniform and made her way to the bathroom. Unfortunately, she found Ron, already soaking in a cool tub.

“Shit”, she thought.

“Hey honey”, Ron said. “Wanna join me”?