Chapter 3

So a few days later I had settled into my new routine, which was basically all about keeping Kate fed, which was to a chef like me, alot of fun. She was a rapturous eater and when she tried a taste of her first curry, a Chicken Tikka Massala, she nearly screamed with pleasure!

"Oh.....Linda..it's marvelous!! So rich and creamy...and the smell of the rice.....and the spice!! Oh..mmm..I love...it!"

She usually stayed in her palatial bedroom from the time Ted kissed her plumpening cheek on his way out the door, to the time he came home for dinner, which was usually served in the dining room. The house was arranged so that my suite abutted the kitchen which opened into both the dinning room and Kates bedroom by seperate doors while the living room, if you could call it that was a multiple level great hall that began outside both Kate's bedroom and the dinning room. The house had multiple rooms that opened off the great hall and were tastefully decorated with furniture and keepsakes the couple had picked up in their travels. I enjoyed exploring these rooms, more like wings in a museum, during Kate's frequent bouts with my curries, which I always made for six, at Ted's suggestion, giving me time to roam.

Kate, when she wasn't eating, was quite a talker, and showed through her conversation, that she possessed quite an intellect. Having been surrounded by cooks for so long in previous jobs, I was not used to mush more than discussion about the New Sam Adams seasonal line and which would cause the least hangover, so being with Kate was often enlightening. At around four every afternoon though, I would put out snacks for Kate and begin the evenings feast and desserts that would be ready for Ted's arrival, generally at Six. When he arrived, Kate would waddle out to the dinning room and, after spreading her legs a little to give her paunch room, begin to glut on whatever I had prepared as I retreated to the kitchen.

I remember the smiles and actual laughter I would have to stifle hearing Kate in the dinning room revelling in her new found love of curries!

"Ted really, there's nothing like them. You smell them first, like a fine wine, and then as you taste, on the front of your mouth you experience your first highlight.....emmmmmm...followed by the richness as you chew. Ohhh...the spices release at different...uhhhhmmm...speeds and Oh Ted..the ginger!! Try this honey...please..ohh cardamom...ohhh and the aftertaste that follows...its...its...emmmmmmmmm!! I love her...she's wonderful....emmm...Linda"

"And the curries are so fattening!! Ted....I can almost feel myself..emmm....fattening....swelling......oh the beautiful soft....immmmm...fat on my thighs! Ted, last night...."

"You were wonderful honey...and your getting so big... the stretch markes are like hickies...marks of love....!"

That's a sample of a typical dinner, and I would get so jealous of her...big fat Kate, because after eating for an hour or more, she would then waddle with Ted's help, into the bedroom and I would then set the desserts I had prepared for the evening on the counter and begin the clean-up. At some point, Ted would come out and grab whatever it was I had prepared, and disappear again, leaving me with pots, pans and usually, Ted's plate which was never picked clean, as he was a light eater, and I would find myself sampling my creations again before I did the dishes and went to bed...eating off Ted's plate usually turned me on, and I often....well....