Michael A. Kozlowski

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Para-Sailing Honeymoon

“I’m surprised we got up so high, so fast,” said Jenny.

Tom could hear the trepidation in her voice and tried to soothe her. “It’s just like that hot air balloon ride we took in Orlando. We’ll glide down softly sooner or later.”

Jenny smiled slightly, “I just wish the guy had got us tied onto the speedboat before we got whooshed up here.”

“We’ll be fine,” Tom said, patting her leg. He looked down the length of the rope dangling beneath them. “I’m just wondering…How long do you suppose he can hold on?”

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