It was a cold, grim night on the Eastern Seaboard; a "nor'easter" was in the region, and freezing rain was pelting down like little lancets in the gusting wind. The man was desultorily watching the flames leap off the firewood when, unexpectedly, the door-bell rang.
He opened the door and saw her there, soaked and shivering. She said, "My heater's out and the damned car won't start; you're the only one nearby I could think of!"
Quickly ushering her inside and closing the door against winter's chill, he tore off his bathrobe and laid it on the sofa, next to where she stood. "Get rid of those wet clothes and put this on", he said. "We've got to get you warmed up fast, or you'll catch pneumonia!"
Tossing two more birch logs on the fire, he ran to the bathroom and turned on the water, extra hot. When the flow came up to temperature, he set the shower-spray to needle-sharpness and returned to the living-room, beckoning her in. He handed her into the tub and told her, "Keep turning around and let the hot spray warm you up!" Gradually, he saw her shivering stop and a more relaxed expression come over her face. The glory of her voluptuous body began to cause a lengthening in his loins.
