It was the hottest day on record in our pleasant, little college town.

We didn't have air conditioning in our apartment. We had 5 box fans located in various strategic locations and 2 oscillating fans in the living room. It wasn't nearly enough.

So we sat around in togas with wet wash cloths to keep ourselves cool.

Erin might have sat around in her bikini but Alim was coming over and she thought it was scandalous.

As if sitting around in paper thin bed-sheets was any less scandalous than sitting around in a bikini.

Colin was planning on coming up, but there was no way in hell he was getting snuggly with me. It was way to fucking hot for the snuggles. It was too hot for any intimate contact.

We decided to walk down to the mini-mart on the corner and pick up some ice-cream while we waited for the boys.

We didn't bother to change out of our togas and of course, that lead to a lot of lewd yelling out of windows, particularly in the slummy frat-boy section of town. "Got to love frat-boys," Erin joked.

"Love them enough to steal their kiddie pool in the middle of the night," I said, pointing to the tiny green pool that graced their front lawn.

"And you'd want to climb into the pool and get herpes because?"

"Because we have clorox and we can disinfect it before we fill it with ice cubes and chill out."

She thought I was joking. She laughed all the way to mini-mart and all the way back. She only stopped laughing when I started to look for my ski mask (are we sensing the sarcasm? I don't own a ski mask. What kind of girl do you think I am? And before you answer that, just don't. I'd rather not know). But I was serious.

I wanted to steal their pool. I wanted to drag it right into our living room, fill it up with icy water and dunk my feet in it while we watched TV.

Colin thought it was a bad idea. We might anger the god of the frat-boys, Bacchus and he might forever more deny us the pleasures of a good buzz. Alim thought it was fantastic, but that we should wait until the very wee hours of the morning when their drunken partying had finally wound itself down and at least one brother had fallen asleep on the bathroom floor.

We debated long into the night and before we knew it was four o'clock in the morning. The heat hadn't abated any and it was time to wreck some havoc.

We changed out of our togas knowing they would only slow us down. We walked down the street as if we weren't up to anything, as if this was a typical thing we did every day. Erin kept giggling nervously.

It was only just a little bit convenient that it was such a dark night, the clouds that we had wanted so desperately to rain earlier were now covering up the stars and the moon, keeping the night dark and the streetlights only warmed the color of the sidewalk to a pale yellow. The fluorescing pools of light didn't reach past the front lawn and the dark was an excellent cover.

Colin took the first offensive and did a perimeter check. All was quiet at this hour of night and all of the lights were out with the exception of one room that had a black light gleaming through a sheet tacked to the window as a curtain.

I took the second offensive with Alim. We darted across the lawn and into the yard to turn the pool over and empty it of any left-over water. The stale and musty liquid leaked slowly through the slightly yellowing grass. This particular frat-house had difficultly maintaining the life of their yard. Perhaps the little bit of nasty water left in the pool would help.

Alim and I picked up the tiny pool with ease. It was light, just a little cumbersome in shape. We darted back off the lawn and worked our way down the street, wandering in and out of the street-lights' way.

Only once we were truly terrified when a cop car drove by us around 4:45AM, but they kept driving and didn’t slow down or stop. We kept plugging away and arrived at our house fairly quickly.

The nasty pool was washed out quickly with some disinfectant (because let's be honest, you'd wash it out too). We laid some towels down around the outside of the pool so that just in case it leaked it would be fairly easy to clean up. We filled it up with some cool water from our kitchen sinks making a bucket brigade of pitchers and a giant salad bowl. We added some ice and gathered round to admire our handy-work.

It was a thing of beauty, better than any painting I'd done in the past few weeks.

We all plunked onto the couch, Alim took a chair from the dining room. Feet were dipped into the pool and a round of pleasant sighs raised around the room.

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