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your immune system measures
normal, and the organs damaged by the radiation is improving faster
than we expected. It’s been six months since we detected cancer
cells, so I think we can start doing checkups every three months
from here on.”
    “Six months without you finding any cancer?
You said it would come back in an even more aggressive form by
now.”
    “Either you’re real lucky or I’m just real
good.”
    “Or maybe those Swiss doctors cured me,” she
said.
    “It’s too soon to say you’re cured. It can be
devastating to believe you’re cured when you’re not. But you can at
least be hopeful. When your type of cancer returns, it’s almost
always within six months. If you go another six months, then I’d
give you a 90% survival rate.”
    I’m fucking cured! she thought to herself.
She couldn’t seem to breathe.
    “There’s something else,” he added.
“Something unexpected.”
    “Then spit it out! You know how I hate being
kept waiting.”
    “You’re pregnant.”
    “The fuck you say?”
    “Almost two months pregnant. Since your
prognosis has so much improved, I’d like to be the first to say,
congratulations.”
    She stared at him like a ghost. “I’m
pregnant? I sure hope my husband is the father.” She watched his
facial expression change colors. “I’m sure you’ve seen my videos.
I’ve been with a hundred men this past year. And several women.
Some mornings I couldn’t walk without squishing.”
    “And yet you refused to go out with me,” he
said like a baby denied a trinket.
    “I always suspected you were pessimistic
about my survival so that I’d think I had nothing to lose in
fucking you.”
    He blanched and she saw the truth in his
face.
    “That’s a terrible thing to say.”
    “Doing it was much worse. You’re fired,
Blake. I’ll find another treating physician.”
    She left and by the time she reached the
bright red Jaguar that Michael bought her, she realized something
terrible: she would out-live her husband. That thought never
crossed her mind before because he always reassured her that he
would outlive her. But that was no longer the case.
    Mara fell apart as soon as she opened her car
door. She didn’t even know how long he had left. Weeks? Months? It
had already been a year, and almost everyone that she first met in
Dana and Dan’s support group had already died. She never even got
the chance to let Frank fuck her. He really would have enjoyed
that.
    She collapse on the ground, too weak to even
get in. The tears would not stop. She tried to imagine life without
him. He was the first thing she saw when she woke up and the last
thing she saw when she fell asleep. They talked and texted
throughout the day, despite his new job. He had filled up a hole in
her life that could not be filled again.
    The hole in her soul grew the more she
foresaw her future. Replacing him was not an option. No man could
take his place. No one could make her feel as wonderful as he did
just smiling at her.
    I have to kill myself, Mara realized. When
his illness makes him suffer too much, we’ll just kill ourselves
like Romeo and Juliet.
    Finally, she rolled over on the hot pavement
and smiled at the blue sky.
     

CHAPTER 7
     
    She waited for him by the front door and
jumped into his arms as soon as he walked in. She wore his favorite
lingerie and spent hours making herself look beautiful for him.
Their tongues duel and she rubbed her huge chest against his. He
looked so fucking good in his expensive suit. Her pussy heated up
when she felt him melt into her warm embrace.
    “Come to the couch,” she said, taking him by
the hand. “I made your favorite marijuana brownies and I filled the
bong so you can get high while I suck your delicious cock. I
recorded the game -- just hit play to start it. I’ve got lasagna in
the oven. After sex, I want to give you a full body massage.”
    “Wow! Every day this week you’ve had
something planned. Someone give me a crown because I must be