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was going to make a complete fool of myself by sitting there
gulping like a goldfish. Brad smiled at me.
    ‘So what do you
think…yes or no?’
    That helped. Now
he had narrowed it down to a 50:50 choice.
    ‘Yes, of
course!’ I said enthusiastically, wondering what the hell it was that I had
agreed to.
    ‘That’s
fantastic,’ he smiled. ‘Most women refuse that offer flat! But I suspected you
wouldn’t scare so easily. I think you will find it to be an amazing
experience…better than sex!
    I can pick you up tomorrow morning at
nine, so that we can be on site a little after ten. Remember to wear
comfortable shoes and bring something to tie your hair up with. I’ll take care
of everything else.’
                The sun dropped behind the
horizon, but I barely noticed. I was too busy wondering what the hell I had got
myself into. Anything that was better than sex had to be worth trying. But why
did most women turn the offer down flat? There was no way I could ask Brad
about it now without making a complete fool of myself. I would just have to
play it by ear. It couldn’t be that bad…
    …could it?
    After a while, I
excused myself on the grounds that I had to meet my friends for our
pre-arranged meeting. I needed some time to figure out how I was going to deal
with the next day’s mysterious adventure.
    When I got back
to my apartment and explained what had happened, Ellen practically collapsed on
the floor laughing. And she is supposed to be my best friend. The bitch. Between
us, we tried to work out what the day’s activity might be. Something that
required comfortable shoes and tied-up hair, and which scared the crap out of most
women. Ellen’s best guess was abseiling. I hoped not…I’m scared of heights,
remember. And in any case, abseiling is hardly better than sex…is it?
    By the time we
decided to call it a night, I was still puzzled, and Ellen was still laughing. I
made a mental note to find a way to get my revenge when this was over. I
didn’t’ sleep very well. I had a recurring nightmare about being stuck half way
up a cliff tied to an abseil rope, unable to go up or down. I told myself that
at least that was the worst thing that could happen. Whatever Brad had in mind,
it surely couldn’t be any scarier than that.
    Oh, boy, was I
wrong…
     

Chapter 7
     
    Saturday morning dawned with clear skies
and warm sunshine. I got up and showered, still thinking apprehensively about
the day ahead.
                It’s better than sex…it’s
better than sex…it’s better than sex…
                I kept repeating this mantra
over and over again. It’s the only thing that kept me going. Either Brad had a
pretty warped idea of what constituted fun, or this was going to be an awesome
day. Brad didn’t appear to be warped. In fact, he was the least warped person I
had ever met. But I was still nervous.
                I dressed in what I thought
were sensible clothes – jeans, T-shirt and a light jacket. I tied my hair back
in a pony tail, and put on a pair of Nikes. I looked at myself in the mirror
and couldn’t decide if I liked what I saw or not. It wasn’t the look I would
have chosen for a date with a hot guy, but on the other hand, I did look kind
of cute in a sensible way. Ellen had breakfast with me, and did her best to
keep a straight face. But she couldn’t hold it, and half way through her bowl
of Nutri-grain she burst out laughing.
                ‘Angel, I’m sorry…but you
just don’t look like you without high heels and a skirt that shows your
knickers. I pretended to be above such comments.
                The doorbell rang on the
stroke of nine, and Ellen leaped ahead of me to open it. She wanted to have a
perv at this new man in my life to see what she was missing out on. That was
OK. I knew she would be jealous when she saw Brad, and I was right. When she
opened the door, he was standing there in khaki trousers and a