Not ten seconds after, we stopped rising. That was the good news. The bad news was, we started falling. Then we started falling at a very fast speed."...hy are we falling?" I asked in a slightly hysterical tone."Umm, I forgot one tiny detail," she said. Her words barely heard."And that is?" I said with a slight yell after noticing that she couldn't hear me well either."My wings are numb," she deadpanned. I couldn't help but laugh at the way she said it.She snapped, "Not funny! We'll hit the cold. A bed was creaking and groaning, and every so often I could hear the moans of what I eventually realised must be their maid, Annabelle. Chi-chi and Annabelle were about the same age and would spend much of their free time together, going to the local village dance or singing kara-oke in Chi-chi's quarters next to the kitchen - so I was soon able recognize Annabelle's voice, as she complemented her employer on his work in bed. "Fuck me, Mr. Lee, oh yes, harder, fuck me," is all that I can. His eyes scanned quickly and the pages turned as he absorbed the latest Jack Reacher escapade. From experience I knew there was precious little chance of drawing Adam's focus away from one of those stories once he got stuck in, so I just continued my contemplative observations, appeasing the anthropologist in me.The carriage was a comfortable, constant temperature but by all accounts it was going to be a hot day in the capital, so we'd dressed accordingly. Adam was in his customary T-shirt and. I turn to let the water cascade over my tits, my partially perked nipples. I close my eyes and dip my face in the stream of water, rubbing lazily at my makeup, running my hands through my hair...all of it cooling me down and relaxing me quickly.I open my eyes when I hear the bottle of beer open and see you standing there, watching me in the shower, while you take a swig. You’ve brought your own set of drinks...another beer for you, and something stronger for me, funny how we think so alike.