..”“Fat on...”I interrupted.She reached down over her bulk and tried to slap my head, but couldn’t reach. There happened to be a big roly poly...belly in the way and she wasn’t strong enough to lever up and reach me. It was six and a half years ago yesterday when she and Grandad went to live in their beloved south of France on a nudist resort.“I was going to say tan, you cheeky little bugger,” Gran chuckled, her whole being wobbling like jelly.That gave me an opportunity to slide a hand under one. He totally ignored me and was only talking to Riya.He slowly stood behind her and started massaging her shoulder. He was slowly putting her to sleep. He took Riya to her bedroom and closed the door. He then went to kitchen where he had prepared tea for me. I went to the kitchen to check on him.He gave me a glass of tea and I sipped it. He asked me to come to the terrace as it was nice there. I followed him. The mat that he and Riya had sex with in the morning still lay there. I betrayed no. Always rang. Always emailed'Ryan sniffed 'Fuck that. There aint no Gentleman in the world.''Maybe its just in my books'Ryan: Just forget him.'I guess so'As I turned I felt Ryans hand on my waist.Ryan: Do you know the best way to forget a prick like him?I shook my head.He reached his hand around and pulled my dressing gown open. I felt the cold air against my hips as he stripped it off me.'Ryan! What...'But before I could say a word he had me thrust over the kitchen table.Ryan: Shut the fuck. "Chef Jacques thought back to his own student days when the whole city would go on a general strike at the drop of the hat to protest some thing or another and smiled."Okay, I'll talk to him. In the meantime, I need you to slice these zucchini. Let's try for something different ... Slice them at 45°, say about 3 millimeters..." How much?" Oh, sorry. An eighth of an inch thick." Okay." And then, afterwards, I'd like you to julienne these carrots. After we've sautéed the vegetables, I'll show you.