Smack… Smack… Smack… I placed hard spanks across both cheeks slowly turning them a light pink. With each slap she took short -quick breaths and ...rched her bottom up toward me, beads of sweat appearing in the small of her back. I paused.I let my hand move lightly over the curve of her left cheek feeling its heat. Smack… Smack… Smack… I watched as her bottom flattened and bounced with each slap. Smack… Smack… Smack… Smack… I aimed a series of spanks at the underside of her cheeks. Her bottom. The crowd on the hill got thicker as the concert time neared, and the two guys standing behind us – Wade and Gene – struck up a conversation with us while we waited. They were good looking guys, and seemed nice enough, so the four of us chatted while the opening band played some tunes. About 15 minutes before the headliners were to come on, I told Audrey I was going to get a beer from the concession stand, did she want one. She said she was fine, but Wade said he’d like one, so the two of us. In one sense it was just a chemical reaction, the way that nature sped the process of redistributing chemicals and eliminating waste.But on another level fire seemed like something more; something living, breathing, feeding. Men and women had learned to control it through centuries of trial and error. They knew how to keep it alive, how to create it, how to keep it within their grasp, and how to destroy it should the need arise. And so with the strange symbiosis that fire and humanity shared,. I could feel the warmth of her chest, her breath tickled the hair on my wrist. It was too good to believe this was actually happening to me.After a few seconds I said, “Now you can listen to it”, and offered her the instrument. She took it from me, and then listened with rapt attention to her own heart for a while. Then she turned abruptly to me and said, “sometimes my heart gives a flutter and I feel like passing out. Is there anything wrong with my heart?”“Let’s hope not, but you should.