It was unusual for Izzy to find a midult lying by the hewn oak logs in the clearing at twilight. There were rabbits scarpering into the bushes. Foxes returning from raiding hens’ eggs on the allotments. Deer foraging. Izzy...

Lana hasn’t changed at all since I initiated the affair. She is still the same woman I left: gentle, refined, sophisticated, charming, and beautiful. She answers the door dripping wet from her afternoon swim, towelling dry her glossy chestnut...