Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Once we got to Nepal, I was so mixed up with the time I just laughed and gave up. We landed at exactly eight-thirty P.M. local time, which was nine hours and forty-five minutes later than it was in Palm Beach. As if the time change itself wasn’t enough, I now had to contend with the fifteen-minute shortfall. Ugh!
“Don’t worry about it,” Reaper soothed, amusement on his face. “It’s not like we have a schedule to adhere to. Anything we choose to do, we do on our own time.”
We stayed at the Hyatt Regency Resort in Katmandu. Three days and several small walks and rides around the city, and I felt like I’d been dropped in a magical land. While the city was busy, there were areas of great beauty. Buddhist temples and breathtaking landscapes had me thankful I hadn’t turned down the trip.
“It’s magical here,” I said one evening as we watched the sun set. Mount Everest could be seen off in the distance. “With it being the middle of the summer, I wonder if there will be anyone at Base Camp when we arrive tomorrow.”
“Couldn’t say. If I had to guess, there’s probably always someone there testing themselves against the mountain.”
“True. I hope we don’t disturb anyone with the helicopter and all. I’m not sure I could actually walk up there, though. The altitude’s already brutal. It will only get worse, I’m sure.”
“I got you covered. Besides, we only have to stay as long as you want. You get ready to leave, whether it’s five minutes or an hour, we leave.”
“You know” -- I leaned into Reaper, wrapping my arms around his waist as I nuzzled his chest -- “I bet if we exercise a little, we’ll acclimate faster.”
He glanced down as I looked up at him. I was grinning. “You do, huh? What kind of exercise did you have in mind?”
“The horizontal kind.”
“How about the kind where I bend you over the rail and fuck you from behind.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I could get into that.”
He scooped me up and I squealed, giggling as he took me back inside our room. “How about I get into you?”
“You’re horrible!”
“You started it, squirt. I’m just ending it to my satisfaction.”
He laid me down on the bed, stripping off his shirt once I was settled. I stretched, smiling up at him. “I’m so glad you brought me here, Reaper.”
“I’m glad I did, too. I think the clean air and sunshine is doing you good. You look more rested and have more color than you have since we met. How’s your leg?”
“It hurts less than it has in months. Of course, you haven’t let me do much. Who’d have thought you could find ways of getting me from point A to point B without me walking in a city of a million hikers! Literally everyone here is climbing a mountain somewhere.”
“Not everyone. Just most of them. Besides, I see two mountains I want to climb right now.”
“Oh yeah?” I grinned.
He stripped off my shirt, unfastening my bra as he went. “Yep.” When he lay down on top of me, he took both my tits in his hands and pushed them together. “These two right here.” He kissed each nipple before sucking them gently. “Gonna take the rest of the day, I’m thinkin’. After that, I might need to go spelunkin’.”
I laughed. “You’re crazy. Completely crazy.”
“Yeah? I think you like my crazy.”
I did. I really did.
* * *
El Segador
The next morning, we boarded a helicopter El Diablo had rented for us and headed to Everest Base Camp. It was the second week in June, and we’d been really lucky. So far, the monsoon season hadn’t started, but it was only a matter of time. There was no rain forecast for today, but the pilot and his team were keeping close watch. At the first sign of anything, they’d call us back and head to Katmandu.
We actually had a better view of Everest from the air and in the city. This close to the mountain, other very tall mountains blocked the view. But Swan wandered around the camp, talking with mountaineers headed back to Lukla, the village where the trek to Base Camp traditionally begins for climbers. I could tell most thought she was some rich woman with little sense, thinking she could climb the mountain when she hadn’t even bothered to make it to Base Camp without a helicopter. But she soon won over everyone she talked to. That was just Swan. She was no-nonsense and just a genuinely nice person. We stayed several hours until Swan was visibly winded and favoring her right leg more and more.
“All right, little bird. Time to go.”
“But I’m not ready.” She pouted prettily, but she was tired. She was practically drooping before my eyes.
“Maybe not, but it’s time. We want to get back before dark. Besides, I’m an old man. I can’t keep up with you young chicks.”