It was hot outside, and we all worked up a sweat moving Karen's things into the house. Even a mere half-dozen trips in that heat took its toll on you. It took me back.

"Awfully hot," I remarked, taking off my shirt in front of Karen, with a big grin.

"Oh no you don't!" she nearly shrieked. "That's what got me into this position in the first place."

Jim was going along with the fun. "Suit yourself, but it must be almost a hundred out there." He peeled his shirt off before heading back outside.

"See what you've started," Karen accused me. She had an odd look on her face,...