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"  After banging out seven miles on Saturday morning, I rushed home to shower and shove a bagel in my face before heading back out to meet Justin and his friends at Grand Central Station. When I arrived, I was relieved to see that there was one other girl in the group (Gabby, who I knew through our running group). &amp;quot;Have you done this before?&amp;quot; I asked her as she shuffled sideways into our seats on the train.  &amp;quot;Once.&amp;quot; Off my expression, she said, &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s really fun, don&amp;#039;t worry.&amp;quot; She gave me a little nudge and smiled.  &amp;quot;Oh totally,&amp;quot; I lied through my teeth. &amp;quot;This is going to be so fun.&amp;quot;  By the time we arrived at the zip-lining place, I&amp;#039;d calmed down a little. Justin had put his arm around me on the ride and even used a &amp;quot;we&amp;quot; reference\u2014&amp;quot;We found a great place to carbo-load last week&amp;quot;\u2014which made me feel like we were inching closer and closer to smug coupledom. Which is the goal, obviously. Also, the zip-lining guy called me tiny and told me I needed the extra small vest, so that pretty much made my year.  But once I was standing on the first platform, high up in the trees, all of my bravado vanished. The everything bagel threatened to come up the same way it went down. Justin, who seemed to sense my anxiety, reached out and squeezed my hand.  &amp;quot;You okay?&amp;quot; he asked.  &amp;quot;Uh-huh,&amp;quot; I practically squeaked.  Justin volunteered to go first, followed by his friends, Dan and Barry, followed by Gabby.  Then, it was just me and the zip-lining guide. Everyone at the other end started to chant my name.  &amp;quot;Come on up here, little lady.&amp;quot;  I approached the ledge like I was walking the plank.  &amp;quot;Um, are you sure that I&amp;#039;m secured?&amp;quot; I stalled. &amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t think I heard a click when you were fastening my vest.&amp;quot;  The guy double-checked everything. &amp;quot;You&amp;#039;re all set. Now, lean forward and I&amp;#039;m going to give you a little push.&amp;quot;  I closed my eyes and leaned forward a little bit. As soon as I felt my weight on the wire, I yelped and tried to step back. Unfortunately, at that same time the guy gave me a nudge, and off I went, spinning and shrieking like a total spaz to the other side.  Justin was doubled over with laughter. &amp;quot;Josie, that was\u2026special.&amp;quot;  I couldn&amp;#039;t believe I was still alive. I patted my whole body to make sure. &amp;quot;I am a lot of things,&amp;quot; I said, shakily. &amp;quot;But graceful is not one of them.&amp;quot;  Fortunately, after that, everything went much, much smoother. On the last run, I realized I was actually disappointed that the adventure was over.  &amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t want this to end!&amp;quot; I said to Justin as our group started to descend the ladder.  &amp;quot;Wait here for a second,&amp;quot; Justin whispered into my ear.  Once the last of our group exited the platform, he pressed me up against the base of the tree and kissed me, intensely. His hands roamed by body, settling low on my hips. He ground his pelvis into me and I could feel that he was hard. Whoa.  I was gasping by the time he pulled away. He grinned. &amp;quot;I knew you would love this.&amp;quot;  Love, ehhhh. Like, yes. But Justin seemed so pleased I just shrugged, like, ain&amp;#039;t no thing.  Once we were on the ground and had returned our gear, Gabby and I found a bathroom to use before we hit the road.  &amp;quot;So?&amp;quot; she asked me as we washed our hands.  &amp;quot;Really fun,&amp;quot; I said.  &amp;quot;Yeah, you kind of have to be open to stuff like this if you want to date Justin.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;ve gathered that much.&amp;quot; I laughed.  Gabby shook her hands dry and turned to face me. &amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t know how you do it.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Do what?&amp;quot;  Gabby blushed, just a little. &amp;quot;You know. Sex. In dangerous places.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Um, the most dangerous place I&amp;#039;ve had sex is in the state of Texas. I think certain positions are illegal there.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Oh!&amp;quot; Now Gabby was really blushing. &amp;quot;Never mind. Sorry.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Wait, what do you&amp;quot;\u2014but Gabby made a beeline out of the bathroom before I could even finish my question.  The whole rest of the way home I turned her comments over in my head. Sex in dangerous places. I thought about the night Justin jumped up on the ledge of the Brooklyn Bridge and urged me to join him. I&amp;#039;d heard of people who had a fetish for voyeurism, but that didn&amp;#039;t seem to be what I was dealing with here. And there was no good way to find out, unless I wanted to ask Justin\u2014&amp;quot;Hey, I hear you like to have sex in places where death is a possibility. Is that true?&amp;quot;\u2014which, I didn&amp;#039;t. Hopefully, Justin also liked to have sex in normal places\u2014like the bed, and the shower. Maybe the back of a car on special occasions. Zip-lining was one thing, but having sex on the rail of the Brooklyn Bridge was not happening. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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