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When I invited myself to dinner with Dr. Grant and the Kirbys, I had no idea that that simple meal would turn into an adventure that would nearly cost me my life.
"Can you fly one of these?" Alan asked me, referring to the parasail we had just found hanging from a tree, the half-eaten body of a man still strapped in. I eyed it skeptically. "Maybe," I said. "As long as the sail's not torn." Alan knew that one of my major hobbies was hang gliding and I didn't think that parasailing could be that different. Probably. Suddenly, I had a feeling that I was going to need it, for some reason or another. A shiver of dread crept down my spine. I also had a feeling that I might not make it out of that alive.