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king.”
    “Damn straight! You are my king.”
    “I’m the King of Mara!” he boasted, laughing.
“Not that I’m complaining, but is there anything you should be
telling me?”
    Damn! She apparently didn’t fish out his dick
fast enough. Men are so much easier to control with their dicks
hard. For the first time, she resented his mind reading. He must
have sensed something because the vib he gave off changed
completely.
    “Mara, please tell me what you should have
told me a few days ago.” The fucker knew! “Your mother doesn’t know
anything, and Dr. Blake’s office told me he no longer treats you. I
need to know what’s going on.”
    “It’s been six months since they found any
trace of my cancer,” she said.
    “That’s wonderful!” He pulled her into his
arms. “I may not lose you, after all.”
    “It should have come back by now,” she told
him. “That treatment in Geneva may have snuffed it out.”
    “Again: that’s wonderful. Now we can try a
normal life. But why would you keep this from me?”
    He watched her debate herself, and she grew
irritated that he surfed her vibs so well. Finally, she broke and
fetched a red bottle with the poison symbol on it.
    “When it’s your time, I plan on going with
you.”
    She said it with such finality that he
laughed. “What the fuck are you talking about? When it’s my time
for what?”
    “I may live for years, but I cannot go on
without you. So when you go, I go. I bought these pills from one of
those self-help suicide sites for the terminally ill. I’ll be there
for as long as you need me, but if you decide to end the pain, then
we’ll end it together. Probably naked.”
    “Mara, wait. Are you saying you’d rather die
than live without me?”
    “Don’t try to talk me out of it, Michael.
I’ve given this a lot of thought and you won’t change my mind.”
    “But I’ve told you a million times, I’m not
sick. I am not dying. I do not have an incurable disease.”
    She didn’t believe him. “But you go to the
doctor every few months. Somebody comes to the house every other
week to take a blood sample.”
    “If I get what killed my father, I need to
know as soon as possible. That’s why I’m on a special diet, why I
take those pills, and why I go for preventative treatments to boost
my immune system. I get tested every three months because I’m
paranoid. My dad didn’t get cancer until he was twice my age, but
he didn’t catch it in time. I’d probably survive it if I caught it
early, so I get tested a lot, just to be safe.”
    He could tell that she still didn’t believe
him, so he took out his phone and called his treating physician,
who also treated his father. Michael explained the situation,
passed over the phone, and watched his wife’s face as his doctor
assured her that Michael did not have an incurable disease. He
assumed she would be happy, but she looked ready to drop dead.
    “But I thought we were going to die
together,” she explained.
    “We are. Just not for a while.” He could see
cracks in her armor as the news sunk in. “That new Swiss treatment
cured you? I know we have to wait a year or two before we know for
sure, but I never believed all that shit they said about their
success rate. I never expected that million bucks to save your
life. I would have been happy with another month or two.”
    “Million bucks?” This was new. “But the
treatment is free.”
    “I had to motivate the hospital to open up
another slot. Despite government subsidies, they have massive costs
that, unlike here, they don’t pass on to the patients.”
    “You paid them a million dollars? And never
told me?”
    “And make you feel guilty? But that would
defeat the purpose because you cannot enjoy what little life you
would have left if you felt guilty. I didn’t want death to dominate
your life like it did my parents. That’s why I had you go on
shopping trips, took you to sports games, and toured the world’s
tourism