Pendulum

As we approached the next ride, Chloe bounced excitedly on the balls of her feet. The sign read "Freak Out!" - a pendulum-style swing that promised 90-degree angles and exhilarating speeds. Little did she know what other thrills awaited us. I was secretly anticipating some more fun.

I took in Chloe's outfit one last time before we boarded: her crop top was still snugly in place, but her low-riding jeans left an enticing strip of skin visible above the waistband. The safety attendant barely glanced at our tickets, his gaze lingering on Chloe's chest as if magnetized by the overly tight bra squishing her breasts.

We settled into our seats and buckled up, the harnesses securing us firmly. Anticipation tingled down my spine as I wondered just how much this ride would reveal.

The moment we began moving, Chloe grabbed my hand tightly, her knuckles white with nervous excitement. We swung back and forth, gathering momentum with each pass until finally we reached our dizzying apex.

Then disaster struck - in more ways than one.