Harry's neat body daintily mounted and then descended the access steps from the Jacuzzi. She was a little bemused by Dempsey's actions "You're not leaving already?" she checked

"Oh…. Ummm probably not…. I just thought I'd….." he refrained from saying 'cover up' trying to avoid drawing any attention to himself. His thought processes were also becoming distracted by the view of Makepeace drinking from a bottle of water just feet in front of him. His eyes couldn't settle as they flitted from top to bottom and back, alighting briefly on a curve of breast, the flatness of her belly or the slenderness of her legs – every part of her was breathtaking.

"Maybe we could try the sauna" Dempsey suggested "Only I'm beginning to get a bit of sweat up…"

"Sure" Harry picked up her towel and walked onwards, sensing that Dempsey hadn't moved she turned back "I thought you wanted to get all hot and bothered"

"I am" Dempsey waited for Harry to turn back and as soon as her gaze was off him he threw off the robe and wrapped his towel around his waist and whistled as he followed.

Harry had settled herself at mid height on the wooden slats in a corner with her back against the wooden wall and her legs stretched outwards but her feet were drawn in forcing her knees to bend. Dempsey sat down just inside the door with his feet placed squarely on the floor looking directly at Harry's legs. It was as if her thigh draped left from the pivot of her knee and her calf draped right; the long subtle curves were mesmerizing.

"Ladle some more water onto the stones" suggested Harry

Dempsey didn't move, he didn't even blink

"Dempsey" Harry called "We need to get hotter"

Still he didn't react. Harry groaned and jumped down; that caused Dempsey to react "Hey" he protested "I'm feeling quite hot already"

"You were staring at me" she accused

"We could…" Dempsey twitched his brow

"…Let's not" wisely Harry strangled his suggestion before he had time to air it; she ladled the water on the coals and the hiss sizzled, she repeated the process once more and returned to her corner but this time her legs stretched out flat on the wooden slats. Dempsey shifted himself onto a higher level and sat down just to Harry's right

"There's plenty of room" Harry protested

"Yeh but I want to see the beads of sweat on your skin Makepeace"

"Women glow, they don't sweat" Harry picked up her towel and rubbed her face, neck and arms down

"You wanna do that to me too?" Dempsey put on his dark sultry voice

"You've got your own towel, you're sitting on it" Harry made a mock smile

"Well it's needed there" Dempsey went defensive again

"Oh yes Dempsey I meant to say about the swimwear" her eyes lit up with relish

"You've not seen anything have you?" the panic evident in his voice

"Chance would be a fine thing" Harry challenged her eyes widening further as she teased him

"I don't intend to give you any" Dempsey sulked

"Why? You're not ashamed are you Dempsey" Harry was enjoying his obvious discomfort and she prepared to milk it for all she could get

"Ashamed! Why would I be?" he defended

"You tell me? I assumed you wanted to show everything off…"

"Not to the world and his wife…" he protested

"No just the wife" Harry surmised

"I forgot my regular swim trunks that's all – and this place only sells bloody red knickers"

"Well they say 'if you've got it flaunt it'" Harry was rather enjoying herself now and she wondered how far she could go

"Some men have… well they don't need to show off" Dempsey bit his lip

"And you Dempsey? You're not ashamed of your assets are you?" Harry taunted

"How many times have you turned my offers down Sergeant?" he gave her one of those famous knowing looks

"Countless Lieutenant"

"Well then you'll never know"

"I'm really not bothered"

Dempsey picked up her towel and dried his own face

"Hey" Harry grabbed it back in protest and turning it inside out and upside down she rubbed herself down again

"I could make you a whole lot hotter" Dempsey offered snatching the towel from her and rubbing her upper arm "In fact things could get quite steamy"

Light heartedly and grinning wildly Harry pushed Dempsey away as she seized back her towel

"Come on Harry, at least let me rub down" he pleaded

"Dempsey use your own - you've got to remove it in a moment anyway"

"Why?" he protested

"You need a cold shower" she remonstrated

"How do you know – you said you can't see anything?"

Harry couldn't help but smile again "Dempsey just give your libido a rest – hot sauna, cold shower, hot sauna, cold shower – you've heard of the regime before….."

"Don't you go looking…"

"Good grief Dempsey I'm a married woman"

"Not any more"

"I mean I've seen it all before" she drew her knees up again and lent forward just a little knowing she would command Dempsey's gaze. Once she could feel the depth of his stare she turned to him "And what's good enough for you is good enough for me" and she tugged at the wrap of his towel.

The play fight that ensued brought their near naked bodies skin on skin. As they slid along the bench Harry almost slipped but rather than fall down she fell onto Dempsey; in turn he had extracted himself and hopped up onto the top row of benches. Harry had thrown both towels across the sauna room but her attempts to stop Dempsey reaching them first mainly involved placing herself as a block and when he jumped down and dived past she launched herself onto his back. Dempsey swung her around and into his clasp; the flush that rose over Harry was hidden by the pinkness of her skin generated by the hot coals, and shrinkage was no longer the concern of Dempsey.

The door to the sauna opened and the ambient heat wasn't the only heat to escape as three middle aged women entered.

Makepeace pushed Dempsey ahead of her through the door "cold shower" she commanded

The cold shower was in the form of a traditional bucket of ice cold water will a pull rope to unleash the contents in one huge surge of torture.

Makepeace shoved Dempsey central and looked up at the bucket and back to his eyes daring him to chicken out. "Men don't do well in cold showers" he protested

"Dempsey I really don't care – it's about the process, the detox and then the revitalising, hot then cold" Harry's brief glance downward made her smile though. She looked him straight in the eye; Dempsey stared back in defiance and then pulled the rope. He couldn't contain the gasp as the cold water tightened every pore and constricted every blood vessel; he knew the result.

The bucket had already righted itself and was refilled by the time he had manhandled Harry inline for the onslaught. She drew a deep breath and held Dempsey's eye as she psyched herself up but the yelp still came forth. Dempsey was already on the road to recovery before he noted the well known effect ice cold water had on certain parts of a woman's body; as Harry raised her arms and brushed the water back off her face Dempsey grinned like a Cheshire cat.

"Boy" he gasped "I think I'll have to get back under there – how comes the same bucket of ice can make a guy look totally disinterested and a girl the hottest thing out?"

"Let me reassure you its all fake"

"Looks real enough to me"

Harry crossed her arms, once she had caught Dempsey's gaze she glanced down and then back up "Hmm let's try the steam room"