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“
Hmm
,
twice
in
one
morning
,
I
am
a
lucky
man
,
”
he
whispers
,
and
kisses
me
quickly
.
“
This
won
’
t
take
long
—
twenty
,
thirty
minutes
at
most
.
Thermals
aren
’
t
great
this
time
of
the
morning
,
but
it
’
s
so
breathtaking
up
there
at
this
hour
.
I
hope
you
’
re
not
nervous
.
”
“
Excited
.
”
I
beam
.
Where
did
this
ridiculous
grin
come
from
?
Actually
,
part
of
me
is
terrified
.
My
inner
goddess
—
she
’
s
under
a
blanket
behind
the
sofa
.
“
Good
.
”
He
grins
back
,
stroking
my
face
,
then
disappears
from
view
.
I
hear
and
feel
his
movements
as
he
climbs
in
behind
me
.
Of
course
he
’
s
strapped
me
in
so
tightly
I
can
’
t
move
around
to
see
him
…
typical
!
We
are
very
low
on
the
ground
.
In
front
of
me
is
a
panel
of
dials
and
levers
and
a
big
stick
thing
.
I
leave
everything
alone
.
Mark
Benson
appears
with
a
cheerful
grin
as
he
checks
my
straps
and
leans
in
and
checks
the
cockpit
floor
.
I
think
it
’
s
the
ballast
.
“
Yep
,
that
’
s
secure
.
First
time
?
”
he
asks
me
.
“
Yes
.
”
“
You
’
ll
love
it
.
”
