Chapter 5I survived the remainder of the ziplines, my mind happily full of provocative thoughts. My favorite zipline was towards the end of the course when Eduardo and I rode bicycles side by side along wires. It felt like we were tightrope walkers performing at a circus, except our bicycles were fastened onto the wire and there was no way we could fall off.
After our feet were back on the ground, we took off our harnesses and breathed a sigh of relief as our junk dropped back into place. My balls needed some time to relax, especially given our next activity.
“I hate to say it, but you were right,” I told Eduardo on the ride back to the resort. The receptionist arranged for a van to transport us there and back. “After I got over my fear of heights and certain death, I had fun. Ziplining
