hellziggy

I remember how scared you were the first time you went hang-gliding while we were in Venezuela. By the end of the day, we had to practically drag you back to the van for the trip back to the chateau. You were so exhausted, you collapsed into sleep as soon as we got back to our suite. You looked so content and peaceful sleeping there as I transmitted the proper codes back to Special Ops to verify that all was going according to plan and the Duchess Duchamp would be dead soon. Vive le Canada!