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Well, she thought it hated her as it did everyone. Anyone or anything that made every fold in her body turn into a furnace must want her dead like old Nebuchadnezzar with those good Godly boys in the Bible. She dabbed beneath her breasts roughly with her towel before settling into place again on the bench. Her half of the relationship was certainly love-hate. June had spent more time in saunas than she would have cared to admit back when she had been forty pounds heavier and far less happy with her body. She loved the sauna because she knew it had helped her sweat so much of that troublesome weight away. She hated it because it reminded her of those times.
And because it was hot. Too hot. She made a sound like a steam engine. "Oh my God, what do they have this on!?"
Her head swiveled to try and read the thermostat, but it was, naturally, fogged so she couldn't see it. June blew a raspberry at it and stood to her feet. She had to shake down one of the attendants to make this place a little cooler. Had some ninety-year-old man been in here last who couldn't feel the heat anymore!? June had to wonder, and since she was the only one occupying the sauna room, she figured she could have the room the way she wanted it because the way her thighs tried to stick together when she popped to her feet told her that she wasn't being dramatic.
She flicked at the door only for it to stand fast. Thinking it was a fluke, she knocked it again, harder this time. It still didn't budge. She raised an eyebrow at it. Maybe they had locked her in here to kill her in the heat.
That was when the door pushed into her, and a man - a rare one, broader than June - walked into the gap. Ah, there was the source of the immobile door. June shuffled out of his way.
Broad and handsome, to boot. She looked him over.
"Hi," she said in greeting, smiling her brilliant smile. "I might have just shoved the door in your face. Twice?" The question held a hint of apology.

