[...] I bite my lips and I take my hand up to the nape of my neck, a little worried. Joe might end up mistrusting something after that? Mike is never late, and then we're both gone. Not that it's the first time, but this recurring event is fucking up with our disguise.Probably Mike is going to blame me, saying that I don't let him sleep and then he can't wake up at the right time the next day. But I know you like it, baby. You like it when I keep you busy, right?