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Amelia’s POV The next morning I was surprised that Beta Jackson came to pick me up from my moms cottage and escort me to breakfast. Mom had been up early as usual to get the breakfast underway at the pack house kitchens. I had slept in after a restless night, frustrated with my current lack of lovers available for bed sport. Most mornings in the pack house breakfast was a buffet type affair, since many people would come and go based on their own schedules. Mom had 4 people under her supervision for the breakfast meal, and they worked thru lunch as well. But another group of 4 would come in just before lunch and would stay until dinner was served and cleaned up. Mom would start work at 5 am, take a break from 9 until 10, with another break from 2 until 3, and then she would leave a