Distraught, Reanna clung to her childhood friend Mataoka for solace and Mataoka engaged her as a wet-nurse for our children. Mataoka confided that she...was feeling like a bloated cow and that little Harvey’s teething was hurting her, and that Reanna was welcome to the calm and comfort their feeding would bring her. So now we had a handmaiden of a kind after all, although at least we now had two rooms in the cabin and Reanna and the children could sleep apart and give my wife and me our privacy. Since I no longer wanted to meet with Ivan in the middle of the night, I checked my security system. The wide angle camera I had installed on the post at the entrance to my drive was still working. I hadn't used it for months. It didn't do the job I really needed, but it was still working. I knew that my motion sensor flood lights, the ones hidden in the trees surrounding the cabin, worked as well. I knew it because they lit the small yard like daylight, whenever I came home at night.I decided. All the wives know about the game. Some of them even partake of the entertainment; I'm not sure about Mrs. O'Connor. You know that this is not part of our understanding. You can refuse if you wish." Why would I refuse?" Dawn asked.Alan smiled. "The guys will enjoy this even more than they enjoyed that Lucy from the office." Her name is Kathleen, Alan," said Melody. "You've fucked her often enough that you should know her name by now." Well, I knew that it had an L in it." Alan did not appear to. It was more than the fact that her hair framed her face like gilt around the most perfect of portraits. It was more than the fact that she took life as a game and played it. She was carefree without being spoiled. She was innocent without guile. She was unique. It was remarkable, really, that she was so enchanting, so child like, so incredibly unselfish. She had been born into wealth. Her father had built an empire. Then he left it to his children to run so he could retire early and enjoy life..