My First Time Handcuffed in the Cockpit: Turbulence and Ecstasy
The cockpit smelled of leather and sweat. Papa Tango Brodsky, that’s me, gripping the controls tight. Southbound into the Bermuda Triangle. Heart hammering like thunder. Lilas beside me, her eyes gleaming wicked. First time we’d push it this far. No turning back. Radio crackled. Jakin from control: ‘Papa Tango Brodsky, you’re heading into the Devil’s…