I couldn’t believe I was doing this. This wasn’t a stress reliever. It was causing more stress. I was going to fall. How would I explain my two broken legs to Alex or my dad? I was already crazy. “Shouldn’t we have ropes or something?” I asked. Matt smiled and took the rolls of rope from the back of his jeep. “Stop worrying, we’re going to climb the backside. It’s not as steep.” I groaned as I followed him between the massive set of rocks. There were already anchors in place, stuck in tiny crevices leading to the top. The top where I was going to fall to my death. I felt embarrassed when Matt helped me into my safety harness. He tightened the straps around my waist, extremely close to my crotch as I looked around, trying to calm my nerves. He didn’t seem to be disturbed about being that close to my sex at all. He busily talked, explaining that he would be right behind me. Great, I couldn’t wait. Rock climbing was hard work. You were practically relying on your fingers and toes.
