Standing at the open door of the airplane he considered how it was sex that had led him to his new passion. Well, if he was going to be brutally honest with himself, it was the lack of sex that had sought him to seek release of another kind.
Now he wondered why he had every bothered with sex at all. A sensible person would have quit after the first post-coitus that's it? He considered himself a sensible a sensible person, though admittedly slow on the uptake. So it had taken a second failure to satisfy, followed by a phone call demanding money for child support, to cause him to look at other options.
He had taken up sky diving. It had turned out the thrill was the same. A gradual build up of emotion released in a moment of ecstasy. But in sky diving, no obligation came with the ecstasy other than having to pull the cord. An if you couldn't commit to the pulling the cord... well there really wasn't much of anything to worry about afterward.
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