Both of my grandfathers died from heart attacks.
My father had triple bypass and his heart was failing already when cancer took him.
Two of my uncles succumbed to heart attacks.
I am over fifty and overweight.
While I don't smoke and never have, I lived with heavy smokers for my entire childhood.
My cholesterol is too high.
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The possibility of having a heart attack while hobbying has crossed my mind more than once. I am gratified to see (beyond the gallows humor, which I also understand and support) that some do take this seriously, because what terrifies me, and I DO mean TERRIFIES, is that I would be stricken by a heart attack during a session, and the lady would leave without doing anything to help. This is one reason why I prefer to see the same lady or ladies; I would hope that some kind of friendship would have built up, and that her concern for me would outweigh any embarrassment or angst she might have at trying to explain herself to the paramedics, or worse, the police.
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Now, I'm not stupid or naive enough to actually ask how many ladies out there would abandon me to my fate...but I do wonder. Because when it comes right down to it, I'm nothing special; I'm just another client, and some ladies might just find it expedient to dress quickly and leave.
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Of course, there's one foolproof defense against that happening: Incall, baby!