Free Viking Ride

I love my girlfriend. She became a security guard for four hours so that I could get a ride on the Viking. (Ok Brother, I know you did too.) Poor Girlfriend (and Brother and other mad friends wearing orange T-shirts) had to patrol the area around Orchard MRT station and do dangerous stuff like sniff out bombs.

Falling from heights is nothing new to me. My mama likes to throw me high up in the air then catch me. She's never missed before, even when I do multiple somersaults with twists. So all the restraint I had was one scrawny girlfriend arm. Throughout the ride, one person was screaming. Only one. The same person also clung on tightly to my girlfriend's free arm, which actually wasn't all that free since it's connected to the hand holding onto the railing. This is so wrong. Shouldn't I the boyfriend be the only one who gets to cling onto the girlfriend's arm?

Guess who the culprit is. I shall not shame him/her by naming names here. But since all of porpor is a heart, I shall give the culprit some credit. For being smart enough to refuse to hold me for the ride lest he/she releases his/her grip in sheer terror.