An elderly man with a bad haircut skydives with an 18 year old in plaid lingerie

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The sun was just starting to rise over the skydiving center, casting a warm glow over the bustling scene. The air was filled with the hum of engines and the chatter of jumpers preparing for their daily flights.

Amongst the chaos stood two models who had been hired to promote the center's latest safety features. There was Jack, a 70-year-old man with a rather... unique appearance. He was wearing black underwear that seemed to be pulling at his hairy chest, which glistened in the morning light like an overgrown garden. His hair, what little remained of it, was grey and sticking out from under his thick-framed glasses in every direction. His mouth hung open, as if mid-sentence, and his bulging eyes seemed to be staring off into space.

Next to him stood Emily, a vibrant 18-year-old with turquoise hair that fell just above her shoulders in an inverted bobcut. She was wearing silk plaid lingerie that sparkled in the sunlight, paired with a bright red bra and a matching blue apron. The outfit made her look like she had just stepped out of a fashion magazine.

The two models were standing at the edge of the airfield, waiting for their turn to jump from the plane. Jack looked down at his watch and groaned. "I'm 70 years old," he complained. "Can't we skip this part? I'm not sure my old bones can handle it."

Emily rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "Come on, Jack! It'll be fun, I promise. And think of the views from up high!"

Jack grumbled under his breath but eventually agreed to join Emily in the plane. As they climbed aboard, Emily couldn't help but steal glances at Jack's... ahem... 'unique' appearance. She giggled to herself, thinking about how much fun this was going to be.

As they reached the jump altitude and took a deep breath before exiting the plane, Emily turned to Jack with a smile. "Ready for this?" she asked.

Jack nodded grimly, but Emily could see the fear in his eyes. And then they were out of the plane, plummeting towards the earth at 120 miles per hour.

The rush was exhilarating, and Emily felt alive as she free-fell through the air. Jack, on the other hand, looked like he wanted to be back on solid ground already.

As they opened their parachutes and began to descend safely back onto the airfield, Emily couldn't help but laugh at the sight of Jack's bulging eyes and open mouth. "You okay down there?" she called out.

Jack panted for breath as his parachute stabilized him in mid-air. "I... I think so," he wheezed.

When they landed safely back on solid ground, Emily grinned at Jack's frazzled expression. "See? Told you it would be fun!"

Jack shook his head, chuckling despite himself. "Yeah, yeah. Next time, can we just stick to the simulator?"

Emily giggled and playfully pushed him towards their waiting photographers. "Come on, Jack! We've got some work to do. And besides... I think your unique appearance is going to make for some great photos!"