Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Neal Pollack Sweats

For twenty-three years, since the first shoots of curly black hair began to sprout in my Netherlands, I've really wanted to have sex in a steam room. Here's how the fantasy goes: I've been schvitzing for a quarter-hour, so I'm slathered with a fine salty sheen. The air is thick, but the steam has dissipated. Then the door opens.