The Fucking Coliseum

Hank belched and stuffed another piece of Italian into his mouth whilst shagging Belinda hard. Please don't shag with your mouth full, it's rude. He's going to get indigestion. Besides, he had another two pieces of succulent yet substantial sausage still to go. James only knows one food. God bless him. You have no key last night for the first time. It's delicious. And that is the end of the chapter. Oh. Anyone else hungry? Honestly, I could go anything from a linguine to a... A chalifil. Exactly. Any cold cuts, any hot sausage for that matter? In your key, maybe.