Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 24
“I’mgladIdidn’thavebreakfast!”Ishoutathim.
“Yes,inhindsight,it’sgoodyoudidn’t,becauseI’mgoingtodothatagain.”
Hedipstheplaneoncemoreuntilweareupsidedown.Thistime,becauseI’mprepared,Ihangontotheharness,butitmakesmegrinandgigglelikeafool.Helevelstheplaneoncemore.
“Beautiful,isn’tit?”hecalls.
“Yes.”
Wefly,swoopingmajesticallythroughtheair,listeningtothewindandthesilence,intheearlymorninglight.Whocouldaskformore?
“Seethejoystickinfrontofyou?”heshoutsagain.
Ilookatthestickthatisjerkingbetweenmylegs.Ohno,where’shegoingwiththis?
“Grabhold.”
Oh,shit.He’sgoingtomakemeflytheplane.No!
“Goon,Anastasia.Grabit,”heurgesmorevehemently.
Tentatively,IgraspitandfeelthepitchandyawofwhatIassumeareruddersandpaddlesorwhateverkeepsthisthingintheair.
“Holdtight…keepitsteady.Seethemiddledialinfront?Keeptheneedledeadcenter.”
Myheartisinmymouth.Holyshit.Iamflyingaglider…I’msoaring.
“Goodgirl.”Christiansoundsdelighted.
“Iamamazedyouletmetakecontrol,”Ishout.
“You’dbeamazedwhatI’dletyoudo,MissSteele.Backtomenow.”
Ifeelthejoystickmovesuddenly,andIletgoaswespiraldownseveralfeet,myearsstartingtopopagain.Thegroundisgettingcloser,anditfeelslikewecouldbehittingitshortly.Jeez,that’sscary.
“BMA,thisisBGNPapaThreeAlpha,enteringleftdownwindrunwayseventothegrass,BMA.”Christiansoundshisusualauthoritativeself.
