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Sharon, however, found it far too hot and always dreaded the summer in case of high temperatures. She used to have a tried and tested regime of keeping cool on sweltering days — spend as much time in the shower, with as few clothes on as possible, and strategically position as many fans as she could muster around the house.
However, there were two minor problems for the last few years — her children. With them around, she could hardly be scantily clad around the house. But this year, now that the boys were old enough, they had joined the local Cub group, and this week was the week of the summer camp, so two days ago, off they went to the New Forest.
With the children away, she had hoped she could have spent some time with her husband, but he had to make a last-minute work trip to America. And so the house felt oddly quiet. Also, unfortunately, they had lent several fans to Mrs Davies next door, a frail ninety-year-old woman who suffered in the heat. But, for the first summer in a long time, she could walk around her house in one of the skimpiest outfits she had — a pair of white lacy panties and an old ripped t-shirt, which she’d frequently soak in cold water.
There were five houses in Sharon’s little cul-de-sac, all detached and circling a reasonably sized roundabout. Secluded from the rest of the village, each had a gorgeously big garden. Sharon and family lived in no. 1, Mrs Davies in no. 2, a lovely young couple with three very young children in no. 3 who’d gone away to Mallorca, no. 4 was currently for sale, and then there was no. 5. A handsome man recently purchased it and moved in only a few days ago after months of renovation work.
Even though the houses were quite far apart, she still had to be careful. So, before she dressed in her hot weather attire, she went around the house drawing curtains where there were curtains and turning out lights in rooms where there were only nets. Once this was all done, she went upstairs to the bathroom to take a cold shower.
