A few minutes later, a cocktail in front of both of you, you're ready to order. Ashley orders lightly - salad, grilled fish - and then you order your usual large evening meal.
"I'll begin with the cream soup of the day," you say to the waiter, "then the chicken garden salad with blue cheese dressing. After that the blackened catfish with okra and gumbo. I'd like a 16 ounce porterhouse - rare - with cheesy baked potato, the jambalaya - extra shrimp, then the apple torte with ice cream. I'll finish with the cheese platter with port."
"Very good sir," said the waiter, as Ashley simultaneously blurted out, "You can't eat all that!"
"Oh, I'll just nibble," you say airily, as your stomach gurgles at the thought of the feast to come. It had been a long time since lunch! "I'm a big guy, I need my food. Besides, I'll go with you to the gym later, you can help me burn off any excess then."
A few minutes of inconsequential small talk later, the soup and salad courses arrive, and you begin to savour the truly exquisite food that Chez Piggy serves up. After a couple of minutes, you realise that Ashley is watching you intently, following your every bite. She seems enraptured of how much you're enjoying the meal! The fish course comes, and her intense attention to you doesn't cease. At one point she says, "I see you really enjoy your food," but otherwise she simply watches, intent. She finishes her fish and your steak arrives, and she says,
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