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I got back just as Mike tucked some money into Akasma’s wispy pants, but I was in no position to call him on it. I waited until Mike was once more ensconced in the cushions before approaching. I don't think he saw me coming because he jumped like he'd been shot when I asked, "Was it as good for her as it was for you?"
Luckily for him, our food arrived, and our respective guilt kept us a quiet for a few moments as we dug into the succulent food, his a concoction of lamb with onions, apricots, almonds and spices, mine chicken strips and almonds wrapped in pastry. We ate without talking, Mike’s thoughts presumably on amazing breasts, mine fixed on Kel and the mystery.
“So,” Mike leaned back and patted his full stomach. “How's the patient?”
I looked up, mid-bite, hoping I didn't look as
