KIDDING! Just wanted to make you sweat.
THIEF:
Not sweating, but something’s definitely happening...
ME:
*crying-laugh-emoji*You gofirst…
THIEF:
Hang on, my brain’s still stuck on your answer.
THIEF:
Swim with sharks. Or scuba diving with any sea life really.
ME:
Yep. You’re on your own with that one. Okay. I want to know what it’s like to fall in love. But I’m just not sure if life will ever let me
THIEF:
Wow, that was deeper than I was expecting from you. It’s freaking me out, go back to talking about anal.
ME:
LOL. Hey, you remember the other week you asked about the worst date I’ve ever been on?
THIEF:
Yeah…?
ME:
I don’t have anything to compare it to, but when you came over to bake with us the other week. I think that was the best.
***
It’s a beautiful day to look like an absolute dork in a harness. My leg shakes as I stand on the platform, helping the kids as they step off one route and guide their safety hooks over the next transfer point so they can keep moving through the course.
We made it to the South Trevally Nature Lodge about six hours ago, after waking up at an ungodly hour to make the shortbus ride down. Everyone got set up in their assigned cabins, the hosts gave us an in-depth introduction to the whole park, and then we had lunch as we were separated into six different groups to complete all the activities over the next forty-eight hours.
I help the last kid step onto my platform, then run her hook along the ropes so she can pass me. Westley moves over the course towards me, followed by Lydia. Her group must be taking over next to assist on this task.
For the most part, I’ve been able to keep my fear of heights at bay. The platforms have all been steady and wide enough that I felt somewhat secure moving between them. I’ve been trying to keep a brave face in front of the kids so they see there’s nothing to worry about. Of course there’s not. We’re harnessed in. Perfectly safe. Except now, we need to move on to the higher part of the course, where apparently the steps need to get smaller. Who fucking designed this?
“Doing okay?” Westley asks as he steps up behind me.
I run my hook back and forth along the wires. “Peachy.”
“Isn’t this amazing?” Lydia beams as she looks over the course, looking like a damn professional in her tight black spandex and pristine running shoes.
“Yep. Beautiful.”
“Are you gonna go?” West asks.
And let him see how uncoordinated I’ll look getting through this? Absolutely not. I notice Lydia watching us and try not to visibly panic. Quickly, stepping into West, I slide an arm around his back, letting my hand rest just above his arse.
