The first time, Mistress just looked, gave a little hint of a smile, and flicked her wrist in the way that means "put it back inside."
The second time, Mistress leaned in close, but only touched it with her cold breath.
The third time Mistress gave it a quick, light kiss before pulling away.
The fourth time, Mistress permitted you to feel the tip of her tongue exploring a coronary artery.
The fifth time, Mistress inspected your heart most thoroughly, and gave detailed instructions for the next month's regimen of exercise.
The sixth time, Mistress held it in her mouth for a short eternity, but sent you away unsatisfied, saying "Not ripe yet. Another marathon."
The seventh time, Mistress's teeth closed on your aorta and the world went black with bliss.