Like most men in a secure and happy marriage I stumbled along without a care in the world. Brenda was a wonderful wife and mother, a great cook and a ...antastic lover. Our sex life was superb, at least in my mind. Brenda was a very sexy lady and she got hit on all the time, but for years I had watched her ward off advances with a smile and I was secure in the knowledge that she was mine. And then one day I found out that she wasn't. Mine maybe, but definitely not all mine.I know it sounds like a. My boss John and I had gone out for drinks a couple of times. He loved to hear stories of the girls from all over the world, whether they were true or not. I told him tales about the wild bars of the Philipeans and about the legendary massage parlours of Hong Kong. His favourite though were about the young female officers who liked to go slumming with the enlisted, forbidden lust in exotic foreign cities that cost more than one their promising career.He would tell me stories about what he. ”“I have no one else to approach anna”“Get some baby from an orphanage and raise it.”“No, I want to have a bay of my own. I can’t be a wife to my loved one, but I want to be a mother to the one I love, to the one that comes from me. I want to know what it feels like to carry a baby and all that.”“You’re out of your mind Vasu. I can’t do it.”“Anna, if you say no, I have no one else to look up to. Do you want me to suffer all along? Think about it Anna and tell me your decision tomorrow.”She left. “What did you think of Grantham, Mimi.”“It is a lovely place, Jacques. The people are so friendly, and the countryside is verdant and beautiful.”“Could you see yourself living there part of the year?”She nodded “Yes indeed. We could spend time there when Jean–Woodrow is at school, but I hope we would return to Blanchards frequently.”“Of course we will. But when Jean–Woodrow is of age he will be Master of Blanchards and we will be his lodgers, probably residing in the Dower House.”“I have many.