"Lately Bentley had been having trouble getting comfortable enough in bed to get a good night's sleep, but he thought that was more because he'd been ...under a lot of stress recently."I have felt a little tense of late," he admitted."That's because your natural energy flow is all blocked off. Your energy has no outlet to escape so it's coiling back on itself. It's like a spring that just keeps compressing and compressing. If you don't release the pressure it will break and do you some damage. We. Okay.”She showed me she could open and close the airplane’s door and buckle her harness. I got in, kept the narrative up. I dunno, if she understood ten or twenty percent, she’s doing better than I would if somebody was telling me the same stuff in Spanish, but she kept smiling. I hope she understands what I’m trying to do.This isn’t her first flight in a light plane, so the ritual of taxiing and run-up and take-off are familiar.What was new, though, was me telling her to take the yoke in her. I smiled at him and hung there for a long minute before emerging and drying off. My grandfather had been watching the entire performance and grinned broadly at me. “Told you,” he whispered. “A lot of pace makers are working overtime.” I grinned back at him as I stretched out on my lounge. “Would you put lotion on my back grandpa? I don’t want to burn.” My grandfather knelt beside my lounge and with trembling fingers, gently unfastened my top strap, leaving my back completely bare. I could. That man has amazing taste and a great bank account. “Karly, I want you to have fun on this trip. Take in the sights. Explore the cities. Meet the people. And when you see someone that turns you on and sets your body on fire, take them home with you.” How could I have ever gotten this lucky? “The Kipling Suite, ma’am?” The clean British accent brings me back to the here and now, and I’m stunned. He booked me in the one room he knew I’d love. Named for Rudyard Kipling who wrote the Jungle Book –.