When my ass was hot

Carmen is reading The Stories of John Cheever, and loving it.  Thought I should mention that in 1988 (The Year of the Drought), we were at the pool at her dad's country club, hanging out and smoking.  I felt a huge heat emanating from below my chaise longue and said "My ass is hot!"  This sounded like I was extolling my glutes, but really a cigarette ash had ignited the shredded-wheat grass under us!  We dumped our ice teas on the flames and were left with a sort of UFO-scorch mark.  My ass was hot, alright...but is it still?