.. or possibly Melissa.”“Quite so. I suppose you want me to do it?” Quentin spoke a shade petulantly, as if he had been asked to put the cat out...by his wife.“Yes, dear,” she said, smiling faintly.Quentin rolled out of bed... and put a collar around two slim, submissive necks. The he secured the chain attached to each collar to the end of the bed.“Goodnight, girls,” he said mockingly. “Pleasant dreams.” “Goodnight, Master,” they answered in unison.* * * * * *For Quentin and Glenda, there was, of. He had mesmerizing smile and his crinkling eyes shone mischievously. The dimples in his cheeks completed his Adonis like effect,“Yes, M aam, what seems to be the problem?” he asked again.I found myself tongue tied. I was struggling to speak when Wasim spoke.“Monu, she is Riz. Riz, he is Monu, owner of this resort and farm house” he conducted introductions weakly. He wished we met in happier circumstances.Monu bowed.” Charmed, dear lady. What Wasim told about you is not even one thousandth of. When I tried to stand he pushed me back down. "Stay," was all he said as he walked toward the kitchen. I watched him walking, fully clothed, to my refrigerator and open the door to the freezer. He reached in and pulled out an ice cube. I was intrigued and excited to find out what he planned to do with it. I was still on my knees on the steps when he came back. "Turn around and spread your legs," he said. I did as I was told and he reached down with the ice cube in his hand and ran it over my. "Have you named it yet?" Joey asked softly as I continued to probe it for something more distinctively human like."Richard Davis Grodmen if it's a boy," my mom started,"Same as my father," my dad inserted."or Wendy Alicia Grodmen if it's a girl," my mom finished."Same as my mother," my dad added."Not entirely. Your mother's last name is still Harris." I know, but I can't help it if pop never married her, now can I?" Uhm, I'm not objecting or anything, but why are you naming it after dad's.