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. Convenient, since we don't have a landing-field ladder here."
"Richard, what made it do that?"
"I hesitate to guess. It may have had something to do with the processing
gyro... which may have tumbled. No data, no opinion. Dear, you look charming in
that pose. Tristram Shandy was right; a woman looks her best with her skirts
flung over her head."
"I don't think Tristram Shandy ever said that."
'Then he should have. You have lovely legs, dear one."
'Thank you. I think. Now will you kindly get me out of this mess? My kimono
is tangled in the belt and I can't unfasten it."
"Do you mind if I get a picture first?"
Gwen sometimes makes unladylike retorts; it is then best to change the
subject. I got my own safety belt loose, made a quick, efficient descent to the
ceiling by falling on my face, got up and tackled, freeing Gwen. Her belt buckle
wasn't really a problem; it was just that she could not see it to clear it. I
did so and made sure that she did not fall as I got her loose-set her on her
feet and claimed a kiss. I felt euphoric-only minutes ago I would not have bet
even money on landing alive.
Gwen delivered payment and good measure. "Now let's get Bill loose."
"Why can't he-"
"He doesn't have his hands free, Richard."
When I let go my bride and looked, I saw what she meant. Bill was hanging
upside down with a look of patient suffering on his face
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