- Vol. 04
- Chapter 12
The thrill of take-off clasped bowels so, I felt obliged to tighten cheeks. It was passing spasm though phantasm of potential reek, and then I could enjoy the view
until instructor opened door to pierced air, which buffeted my chest that I might have hit the floor – chute and all – but passed the test ... and then I could enjoy the view.
And then I found I lacked a *must*: the canopy was oddly missing ... but at least a kindly gust tacked to where sand sea was kissing. I can at least en–