He bit his lip to assuage the trembling fits he was having... So much had led up to this moment; The poker game, the wager, that woman... With half of a fifty dollar bill in his pocket, a long list of promices still fresh in his mind, and the whiskey still warm in his throat, he struggled with the harness. The wind slammed against his body through the open cockpit door, and as he pulled his way to it with great effort, he checked the cord ties one last time. Finally, he jumped, praying the bunjy chords would not snap...