.and they sure as hell could fall.Trisha, afraid of heights since c***dhood, was screaming her lungs out, scratching her own face frantically but unab...e to wake up. Jenny was too mesmerized by the sheer, gut-punching unreality of the scene for its terror to sink in.Six hundred kilometers. Five hundred and ninety-nine kilometers. Even at terminal velocity, the fall was slow enough for the rocker to see small islands break the lava's surface, connected by thin stripes of land. Were they inhabited. “I want to see you.” Slowly I pull the blanket aside, but your grip tightens, resisting. I become more insistent and you relent. After all, this is my gift. “Sit up.” Your eyes refuse to meet mine, but you comply. “I can’t believe I am doing this.” “You’re doing this because you want to.” “I’ve wanted to for a long time.” “Look at me.” Your eyes finally meet mine. And a faint smile grows. “Do you like your gift?” What can I say in answer? It is more. I’m not going to watch it happen.? We slip into the drive through . And order a cheese burger, some fries and a diet coke. I get a milkshake. Where to, Stacey? My place is left. Can I sip on the shake? I love the vanilla cream..Down three miles turn onto homestead. I’ll let you know after I eat some. She chews quietly, sips from both cups. Swishing the shake and coke together in her mouth more alluring sounds are emitted as she swallows.. ?want to share?? She takes another sip of each, swirls. Carefully, not to awaken her, she slipped off the bed, pulled on her bathrobe, and answered the phone in the living room."I had to call you since you'll never call me, now that you're involved," Deshona said, sounding a little querulous but also vaguely plaintive."Deshona! God, how great to hear your voice!" But Laura was whispering, even though overjoyed."What's the matter, is she there?" Deshona had instinctively lowered her own voice, though she was on the other end of the line."Yes," Laura.