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but her mind was definitely racing. She thought that there would be other people as well. When Stu walked away, she asked.
“I thought usually there were other people who needed to do something like this.”
“Nope, I’m a certified skydive instructor, so I can jump as I please. Since I’m assuming this is your first dive, we’re going tandem. That way you can go with minimal training.”
“Wow.” She had no idea that she would be strapped to him for the whole ride. How in the heck would this work?
“You should be excited. People pay good money to do this every day.” Deven smiled at her, just a quirked mouth on the left side.
He showed her the harness and demonstrated how to put it on, using himself as a guide as she watched him fasten himself up. Deven then explained the emergency procedures if anything happened while on the plane or after they jumped, and he showed her how to activate the chute on her own if he were injured or unconscious. Next he told her how to make a landing on her own. Charli learned the operation of the drogue chute, which they would use when they left the plane to keep their combined weight from decreasing their velocity as they were in free fall. Then, he briefed her on the AAD, an automatic Activation Device. It kept track of their velocity, and if they went below seven hundred fifty feet and didn’t release the chute, it would deploy it automatically for them.
Deven left to change clothes and pull on the black jumpsuit he had reserved for himself. Charli now felt more comfortable with the idea of falling from the sky tangled with the man in front of her when confronted with clear, educated information and took the offered jumpsuit in yellow. She pulled it on over her jeans and T-shirt, zipping closed then fastening the Velcro closure and slid her tennis shoes back on before fiddling with the harness Deven gave her. When she got it on, it seemed a bit loose, and she messed with the fixtures, trying to get a closer fit.
Deven came out and saw her struggling. He walked over, grabbing a fistful of the jumpsuit and pulling it taut. Immediately, the whole harness cinched her between her thighs, around her waist, and over the shoulder. She was ready and fitted a pair of goggles around her neck before strapping on the offered helmet. He tapped the side near the ear and spoke.
“Ready, pixie?”
She tapped her helmet.
“Fuck you, surfer boy. I’m no pixie.”
“Be careful what you wish for. You just may get it.” Deven laughed, and she tapped twice, cutting him off.
She followed him, curious about his mood. He never seemed this nice to her, like they were just a girl and a guy. Usually it seemed like there was... something yawning in the chasm that separated them, but neither wanted to admit it. Instead, they filled the gap between them with fights borne from sexual frustration and stereotypes. The arguments between them were a pathetic diversion to keep from having to acknowledge the simple truth that she was on fire for him.
Charli didn’t want a white boy, had never gone looking for one. He was her only experience with that type and much of what she thought about him was misconception. She knew that a long time ago, but didn’t want to admit it. It was much easier being angry with personal delusions than to let a domineering man like him take over her. He was probably worse than Charyn if a woman ever broke past that shell around him.
Deven put on his chute after carefully unfolding and checking each connection, cord, and all of the chutes. He showed her where they would be secured together as they headed for the small Cessna used for the jump today. Before boarding, he checked the gauges on his watch and AAD to make sure they were working properly. He took her hand and helped her board the plane. There was no door, just open-air cabin. They both sat in the back, waiting for takeoff. Once the plane got off the ground and stabilized, he stood motioning her to stand in front
“I thought usually there were other people who needed to do something like this.”
“Nope, I’m a certified skydive instructor, so I can jump as I please. Since I’m assuming this is your first dive, we’re going tandem. That way you can go with minimal training.”
“Wow.” She had no idea that she would be strapped to him for the whole ride. How in the heck would this work?
“You should be excited. People pay good money to do this every day.” Deven smiled at her, just a quirked mouth on the left side.
He showed her the harness and demonstrated how to put it on, using himself as a guide as she watched him fasten himself up. Deven then explained the emergency procedures if anything happened while on the plane or after they jumped, and he showed her how to activate the chute on her own if he were injured or unconscious. Next he told her how to make a landing on her own. Charli learned the operation of the drogue chute, which they would use when they left the plane to keep their combined weight from decreasing their velocity as they were in free fall. Then, he briefed her on the AAD, an automatic Activation Device. It kept track of their velocity, and if they went below seven hundred fifty feet and didn’t release the chute, it would deploy it automatically for them.
Deven left to change clothes and pull on the black jumpsuit he had reserved for himself. Charli now felt more comfortable with the idea of falling from the sky tangled with the man in front of her when confronted with clear, educated information and took the offered jumpsuit in yellow. She pulled it on over her jeans and T-shirt, zipping closed then fastening the Velcro closure and slid her tennis shoes back on before fiddling with the harness Deven gave her. When she got it on, it seemed a bit loose, and she messed with the fixtures, trying to get a closer fit.
Deven came out and saw her struggling. He walked over, grabbing a fistful of the jumpsuit and pulling it taut. Immediately, the whole harness cinched her between her thighs, around her waist, and over the shoulder. She was ready and fitted a pair of goggles around her neck before strapping on the offered helmet. He tapped the side near the ear and spoke.
“Ready, pixie?”
She tapped her helmet.
“Fuck you, surfer boy. I’m no pixie.”
“Be careful what you wish for. You just may get it.” Deven laughed, and she tapped twice, cutting him off.
She followed him, curious about his mood. He never seemed this nice to her, like they were just a girl and a guy. Usually it seemed like there was... something yawning in the chasm that separated them, but neither wanted to admit it. Instead, they filled the gap between them with fights borne from sexual frustration and stereotypes. The arguments between them were a pathetic diversion to keep from having to acknowledge the simple truth that she was on fire for him.
Charli didn’t want a white boy, had never gone looking for one. He was her only experience with that type and much of what she thought about him was misconception. She knew that a long time ago, but didn’t want to admit it. It was much easier being angry with personal delusions than to let a domineering man like him take over her. He was probably worse than Charyn if a woman ever broke past that shell around him.
Deven put on his chute after carefully unfolding and checking each connection, cord, and all of the chutes. He showed her where they would be secured together as they headed for the small Cessna used for the jump today. Before boarding, he checked the gauges on his watch and AAD to make sure they were working properly. He took her hand and helped her board the plane. There was no door, just open-air cabin. They both sat in the back, waiting for takeoff. Once the plane got off the ground and stabilized, he stood motioning her to stand in front
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