My heart rate finally returned to normal and I was able to find my words.”Thank you Mistress Demi!” She told me I was free to move my hands again....I used them to hold her as I tried to process what had just happened and what was happening to me. “Are you regretting your vow? “No Mistress, I just feel a little out of control. I feel like I am on a runaway freight train and I am not sure I can slow it down or even if I want it to slow down.” She kissed me softly on the lips,”You are not. I asked her to if she really doesn’t have feelings and she just busted out in tears and just hugged and I consoled her. She wasn’t happy by her marriage. I just took the turn and she was resting on my shoulder.She explained all wrong things that were going on and then while we were looking into each others eyes it happened we kissed it was small yet a turning point.We then kissed widely and the memories of our last encounter took over. She was in her blue saree and matching blouse. I just made. All were sated by the time they reached the island and, after the short walk to the hotel, they decided to get a cabana and relax by the pool, sipping fruity, alcoholic slushy drinks with umbrellas in them.Being the winter solstice, the sun went down early and it was dark before supper time. Just as the sun set, the place erupted with people, lights and music, as a parade seemed to form out of nowhere, complete with people in costume and even a few floats. The parade led to the big area where. I head over to Jennifer’s bed and look at her. She is lying on her side, halfway in the fetal position.Looking up, I say, “I can see how she is doing mentally. How is she physically?”“Her chest is healing up nicely, and the scars are mostly hidden. It is her colon that there are problems with. They are worried about infection, and there is a risk that what they did to fix her will not work.”“Scars, I didn’t think she would need stitches after the needles were removed.”“The bastards cut the.