Ah, what can one say about Mary the Pig? She's got the loving heart of a whore and like Rosalie, loves her lasagna.

The thing that attracted Rosalie's husband to Mary was that very thing: food. But they wouldn't eat it, oh no, it was instead a very important element of their sexual fantasies.

It started as usual, with the chocolate dipped strawberries and wine. Feeding each other, tenderly, carefully, until he dropped one and it smeared chocolate and sweet strawberry juice on her breast. He licked it off.

It progressed quickly, to whole seven-course dinners he ate off her naked body. I won't even say what they did with spaghetti.