In the hotel, Fred laid Mya in his arms gently on the bed. Her pearl hair clip slipped from her hair, tumbling down as she pulled off her hat and scarf, murmuring, "So hot..."

Suddenly, Mya started unbuttoning her clothes and felt cooler. She said, "Now I'm cold again, I need a blanket..."

"What's going on, Fred?" Mya asked, sounding a bit worried. "I feel so strange."

"Do you want this?"

Mya squirmed in Fred's arms, finding it tough to move away.

"Fred, it tickles. I don't feel good, what