“If you feel overheated at any time, let us know.” He looked between us before stepping out of the enclosure. Without warning, dry heat blasted us from all angles. “Oh my God!” I cried. “What’s wrong?” Russ asked. “I was caught off guard by the desert-air blast.” He snickered. “I was more caught off guard by how hot that mud bath was. I felt like we were being cooked. Like the spa was a front for some cannibalistic shit. I was feeling a little too much like beef stew in that thing.” “We were in a Crock-Pot.” “Talking about it was one hundred degrees. Mannnnn, that shit was easily three fifty.”
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