Gina was flying. She always did, after sleeping with Jefferson. She told him she wanted to take advantage of it while she could, just like he spent the time after sex speedreading his textbooks one page a second. Accepting her excuse made her suspicious, but mostly relieved.

Life was peaceful up here. Floating above the city, she felt removed from everything, safe from worries about her part-time job and her full-time job, and her on-the-job training, and her hypochondriac mother, and her sister who thought she deserved a better boyfriend. Up here, none of that mattered.

It almost felt like gravity didn't exist up here, but it did. She'd learned that the first time she'd brought her camera up here. She'd drop Jefferson just as fast if sex with someone else would let her fly. Once Jefferson was through with school, speedreading wouldn't keep him with her, either. He'd move on, find new powers with a new partner. She had to enjoy the flying while it lasted.

Gina drifted downward, gravity starting to remember she existed. She flew home. Maybe she could get another rise out of Jefferson before he fell asleep. She wanted to spend more time up here.