“I just want to warn you to pace yourself,” Jiggle began, “not only does it get harder to breath as you climb higher, but this is a lot of steps to be climbing. Pace yourself and don’t try to climb too fast or you will never make it.”
As he said this, he looked like a sprinter dashing up the side of a mountain. Lesley almost hyperventilated at the sight of him. He was already several floors up when she finally decided to follow behind him. He poked his head over the railing and called down to her, with a great echo, “Meet you at the top!”
Jiggle glided, like a well-trained athlete. Lesley looked barely better than an old woman with a walker. She couldn’t quite figure out why she felt such a strong impulse to follow Jiggle, while he was happy to have someone to enjoy the night with. This night, in particular, Jiggle thought long and hard about how he was going to make his way in the world. He realized that older women make him happy.
To be continued…