_"Are you nervous?" she asks me. The teenage girl is white as a sheet, trembling. “Not really,” I tell her. And that’s true, until I shuffle to the end of the gangplank, nothing but thin air between me and the turbulent water 130 feet below. Heavy-metal music blasts as a burly hairless bloke with silver horns in his nose wraps a cord around my legs. OK, now I’m scared. Am I really going through with this — my first bungee jump?