Logically, if the heart stops (that moment before I died), then the flow of blood to the brain ceases, If the brain stops, then there cannot be a memo...y.For the next few weeks, I was shit scared to do anything; rehab soon set me straight on that thought, “You’re not sick get the finger out and exercise” So a rigorous regime of torture was implemented. A brisk walk around the rehab centre for 15minutes, then hand weights for 5 minutes then the step up for another 10, then stretches. Shit, I’ve. "Sure. No problem," Cindy turned to her sisters. "Make yourselves comfortable. I think I have some Diet Cokes in the fridge."Madison and Cindy took the stairs down to the ground floor. The car was near the front door, and the two divided up the grocery bags. Cindy was ready to head back up, but her Mom stopped her."There's another reason we came up this weekend," Madison said quietly.Cindy recognized that tone. Something was wrong, "What's up?" Do you remember Miriam Johnson?"She had to think. Afterwards, I simply slumped forward, my heart pounding, my breath ragged as I muttered over and over, oblivious to everything.“Oh my god, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…”“Good girl,” my Mistress chuckled, content to put the camera aside and finish her wine while I recovered from my mercurial climax.Eventually, I groaned softly and gazed up at her, still trying to catch my breath. “Totally worth it.”“Good to know. I’ll file that away for the future,” she said with a wry smile, one that I managed to. Her father, being a wise and humble man, decided that he would send her to their cousins in the mountains to allow her some more of her fifteen year old existence before being summoned to palace service in the bed chamber of the mighty ruler.She became part of the dependable caravan master Hakim's entourage for the journey to the mountains. Hakim's young son Aladdin was tasked with the responsibility to seeing to her comfort and her safety.Aladdin was a strong and nimble fellow. He had the eye.