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the night.  I’m in a strange city.  And I hardly know you.  Does that sound like a safe thing for a girl to do?”
    “Sure, it’s safe.  I promise.  Come on, I’ll catch you.”
    “Oh, you promise.  Sure then.  Let me just jump on out now.”
    “Seriously,” he says, “Want to do something fun… and a little bit crazy?”
    I don’t know where he is going with this, but the thought of doing something crazy with him at this hour. In this strange city. That I know nothing about… actually, kind of… yeah, it does sound kind of exciting.  Kind of sounds like me stepping out of myself and doing something different for a change…
    I remember that’s what got me here.
    “You know what.  You just hold your horses right there, Cowboy.  I’m getting clothes on and I’m coming down.”  I say this not knowing what I am doing, what I am putting on, or where I am going. 
    I manage a pair of jeans and t-shirt and am back at the window.  He is there, looking off to the road.  I see him biting his lip.  A surprisingly anxious look.
    “So, are you gonna catch me?” I say, looking down and realizing I am just high enough that a fall to the ground might break something. 
    “I got you,” he says, putting his hands up over his head and motioning to jump.
    “Here I come…” I say, closing my eyes to jump.
    I feel his hands under my arms, and then slide through and around my back.  My breasts land softly on his upper chest and my head is slightly above his.  Me still looking down.  Him still looking up. 
    But closer.  Much closer.
    A light sweat covers his forehead, but I look right past that into his beautiful blue eyes. Our gaze is fixed on one another and I wonder- will this be it?  Will this be how I payoff the bet.
    I feel myself sliding down now and then as softly as when I was falling through the air, I feel my feet touch the ground.
    “So where are we going, now, at this hour?”
    “Let’s just go for a ride and talk,” he says.
    This is crazy, I tell myself.  Why am I doing this?  I think that over for a moment, but don’t have answers.  Other than the fact that I can’t think of any reason not to.
    We drive away and I see that the sweat is no longer on his forehead.  His breath has returned to normal and he is calm as ever.
    “I’m so glad you came,” he says, “I really wanted to see you.”
    “Well, I still don’t know why I am here, but I guess I’m glad that you’re glad to see me.”
    “I know a good lookout spot.  A place where we can just sit and watch the city for a little while.  It has a nice glow at night.  And the stars are out tonight too.  The spot is far enough away to see both.  You up for it?”
    “Do I have a choice?”
    “Sure.  You always have a choice, don’t you?” he returns.
    “Doesn’t always feel that way.”
    “Okay, so just trust me then.”
    “Trust you? And what sort of logical reasoning, what sort of rationale would I have for trusting you?”
    “Well, I did save your life back there on the tracks, didn’t I?”
    “Save my life?  Umm, well… I don’t know if I’d call it saving my life, but yeah, you did do me a favor.”
    “Okay, so you can trust me now.”
    “Okay tough guy,” I say, playfully punching him on the arm to show that I’m willfully giving in… as long as he knows I’m just having a little fun with it. After all, how could I really trust this guy I just met a few days ago?  Not a chance in hell I’d really trust him with something important, anyway.
    We pull up over a ridge and I see the city reveal itself from the distance.  The moon is above and bright.  Stars fill the sky.  It’s almost a perfect night.
    We sit and talk and after a while he looks at his watch and says, “Okay, come on.  If we’re going to do this, we’ve got to go?”
    “Do what?  I thought we were doing what I jumped out of the window to do.”
    “Nope, there’s more,” he says, fully grinning now. “You agreed when