"Chef Petite?" Gwen asked picking up the advertisement as she looked it over. "She comes to your house and feeds you morning, noon and night and cooks your every meal?" she said her eyes lighting up. "And she never charges a dime....only to live in your house. This is perfect. If I have her cook all my food...I can just blame my weight gain on her and not on my week will." she said dialing the number.
The next morning, Gwen awoke with a yawn in her button up pajamas when she smelled something amazing. "No way!" she said running out of bed and into her kitchen were an entire breakfast buffet was set out on the table. An endless sight of pancakes drowned in syrup and butter, donuts both cream and jelly filled, waffles also drowning in syrup, bacon, eggs, sausages, biscuits in gravy and large gooey cinnamon rolls for a dessert.
Gwen was amazed by the sight of all of this as her tongue hung out leaving her drooling. A part of her wanted to go greet the chef before chowing down, but her stomach had other ideas as it growled loudly. She recomposed herself as she....
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