Mary, after so many years of watching Rosalie and dreaming that she too was as beautiful and vivacious and desired by panting young men, found her niche in life when Rosalie steered her husband into her bed.

Every day she would cook a great meal for the two of them. She would greet him at the door naked, holding a spatula in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

They would nibble at each other and then one or the other would throw the first porkchop, dribble gravy over the other's private parts. And then a great food fight would begin until the walls dripped with the tastiest sauces, the finest whipped cream.

Oh how they enjoyed their little games!