I was in the country-side, and had been on the road for two hours, almost 200 km from home, I guess thats a measure of my needs, at 34 my sexual perve...sions and kinks, were best practiced away from where I live, that way you can quite literary, let your hair down.In the boot I had a couple of large flasks of hot water, a basin and bottles of cold water, a change of clothes and a bag of toiletries.It had been more than ten years since I last ventured here, but well documented and most. How was I going to handle multiple orders of chateaubriand and go out and carve them at the same time? What the fucking hell?"This is why a good restaurant has multiple chefs," Bill said from beside me. I looked up at him. "You are the master chef tonight. We are all here to make you successful. If you have something in process when you need to go carve, you simply tell me and I take it from where you left off. You step back in when you return. You can't stop and chitchat more than to say hello. If that wasn't motivation to win then what was?******Harry was sat at the kitchen table at The Burrow with Luna and Neville. Harry had messaged both of them with his notepad the news that Ron had made the team at the Cannons and both had wanted to come watch his first match. Harry was glad they were so interested in supporting his best friend although he feared that Ron might not be thankful of the added pressure of having his friends come watch him.However Harry knew that Ron would be relaxed. " She fastened the kerchief around my face, and then began to laugh. "You look like one of those apocalyptic bikers from those Mad Max movies!"I felt ridiculous, but the stuff Holly lent me made the job easy. I quickly had the entire bucket of onions diced and in the soup pots. While I was working, Holly kept smiling at me. Her cologne was a strangely seductive, spicy smell. For a moment I fantasized about what it might taste like between her perky tits. No, no, no! I wasn't going there. No.