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I swung fearfully in the air. The wind tore at my body, at the taut, swaying, drawn, clenched sheet. I heard traffic far below, a car honking, seemingly far away. Surely it was a simple thing to descend to the terrace below! I was very clever. The knot fastening the sheet to the railing above me slipped a little. I cried out with misery, clung the more tightly, the more miserably, to the sheet. Where was the terrace below? Then I lowered myself again. - (Captive of Gor)