It was a hot day. A truly stinking hot and humid day and Michelle had had it. All she wanted to do was crawl home and relax in air conditioned comfort. True, a cool change had been forecast, but that was the future. The right now was just plain rotten.
Arriving home the first thing she did was turn on the air conditioner. The second thing she did was to swear bitterly at it as something sparked and the unit died. A call for repairs guaranteed to have someone out there next week. Next week? She was hot now.
Fans are useful, she decided. She checked her cupboards, knowing she had a decent fan somewhere, if she could just remember where she stored it. Finally finding it hidden at the bottom of the linen cupboard she hauled it out and into the front room. Yes! It worked.
Home alone with just a fan and no air conditioner. No problems. Michelle calmly stripped and settled down on the couch, the oscillating fan blowing air against her, keeping her cool. Cooler, anyway. Equipped with a jug of iced coffee, a bowl of seedless grapes, and a book, she settled down to while away some time.
An hour later and the forecast cool change started to make itself known. The temperature dropped to just bearable levels and Michelle relaxed even more. Nibbling on grapes and reading her book, an entertaining bodice ripper, Michelle was content.
Too content to answer the door when the bell rang.
"Who is it?" she called.
"Brandon," came the reply. "Your brother asked me to drop your things off as I was passing this way."
Brandon was a long time mate of her brother's. A nice enough guy. He wouldn't have thought twice about swinging past her place to act as Michael's delivery boy.
"Well, come on in," she called. "The door's not locked and I'm too comfortable to move. I'm in the lounge room."
She glanced at the door as Brandon wandered down the hall and entered. He looked slightly surprised to see her lying there.
"The air conditioner broke," she explained. "I had to get out the old fan. I was just feeling too enervated to do anything. Thank god the change has come and things are starting to cool down."
"Well, there's nothing like taking it easy," Brandon agreed. "Lounging on the couch, cold drink, grapes, and the old fan replacing the slave with the palm leaf. Quite roman orgyish."
Michelle grinned. "What did Michael send me, anyway?"
"Ah, some of your old clothes, I believe. Said that if he threw them away he'd never hear the end of it. Reckons that you're always going on about not having anything to wear. I suppose these things will help to rectify the situation."
"Possibly, if I haven't grown out of them." Why, she wondered, was Brandon looking so amused? "Um, just dump the box here and I'll go through it . . ." Her voice died away as she looked at the spot on the floor she was indicating and the clothes already lying there.
"Oh my god," she wailed, finally remembering her unclothed state. She slapped her book over her face, not looking at him. The childish reaction of, if I can't see him, he can't see me, the first thing that sprang to mind. That book was all that had been covering her breasts she now recalled. She was just making things worse. Hastily she rolled over, burying her face in the couch.
"Go away. Why didn't you tell me?"
"Why, Michelle, I'm shocked. I wouldn't dream of telling you what you should or shouldn't wear," Brandon said, sounding honestly shocked at the very thought. "No more would I tell you what to read," he added, picking up the book she'd dropped and looking at the rather lurid cover.
"Seizing her dress in his big brawny hands he savagely wrenched the material in two directions. There was a loud ripping sound and Lady Sue found herself naked to the waist. He chuckled evilly as he enjoyed the sight of her pearly white breasts, each tipped with a perky pink nipple."
"I have to admit, this seems to be quite a book?" Brandon said. "Does she get away from the evil Baron's wicked clutches?"
