Ever so carefully, John laid his hand on the ground for Susan to sit on. When she was comfortably ensconced on his palm, her legs dangling off the side, he put his other hand behind her back for support and wrapped his middle finger and thumb around her waist. In that way he thought she might be safe and comfortable as they traveled, while still able to see what was happening. Slowly, he lifted her twenty feet off the ground, trying not to crush or drop her. Susan was like a Barbie doll in his hands, not that he'd know what that meant, but the scale was about right.

he asked.