D., dead.What did I remember about dying???The first time I died was the genesis of all the dying I did after that. Once upon a time – in the future... apparently – I was Carl Fleming.Then I died.What did I remember about dying in general, or dying this time? That is a very good question. When you’ve died as many times as I did the causes of all of that dying can become rather confusing. I was pretty sure that I died of natural causes, which was a huge change from all the other times I’d died.My. They were returning from far down the terminal end of Black Mall. This behavior had been going on for the last four days, and there was much speculation about what was hidden in the backpacks. The procurement teams were careful never to give a hint other than the packs were obviously heavy. The issue especially worried Amber. She was sure Ricardo was plotting something, but had no clue to the particulars.And once again Diego seemed to be in charge of the procurement mission, though he didn’t. You then walk out to your car and get in. The drive home seems long, but your mind wonders back to the email you just read. Your body gets warm and flushed. At a stoplight, you stretch your legs. Your skin becomes sensitive, with every thought of that risqué email. You breathe deeply and slowly as the light changes to green. You can feel your nipples becoming erect with every breath. You shake your head and smile. No matter how hard you try, you are not able to get that. ‘You didn’t like sex?’ ‘Not with clients, hun. Boyfriends, that’s different.’ ‘But you looked tickled to death when you first saw me at the flat.’ ‘Pure professionalism, hun,’ she shrugged. ‘Sorry to disappoint you.’ I cringed with embarrassment. ‘My fault for being so naïve,’ I assured her. ‘But that’s all in the past now,’ she resumed. ‘I only used to work a couple of days a week but since I saw you I’ve worked every day. And not working flats either. Parlours and parties all the time. I’ve.