"Andrew, I'm not the teacher. Just allow yourself to connect to the feeling and imagine<i>where or how</i>you want to fly."  She gently hovered beside him.  "There is no manual or way I can show you." Kissing him again, softly on the lips, she release his hand.  Floating a little ways from him, Hannah encouraged his exploration. "Don't think, Andrew, just do." Beyond the city lights and surveillance, the two shared a quiet intimate moment, feeling the weightlessness of space.