The noonday sun is pouring acid on my flesh! It’s slowly boiling me alive in sweat! Its breath of super heated traffic fumes scours my throat! It’s torture! I can’t take it any more! I must flee!
Now in this fan cooled room I seek the balm of menthol oil rubbed over me by this local girl. Ow! She’s stronger than she looks! She has my neck in a pincer grip! Now she is elbowing down my back! Now pressing iron thumbs into my calves! It’s torture! I can’t take it any more! I must flee!