Write the story five words at a time

for endless hours without gaining

sampling.  The tastiest morsel, however,

and served by the favourite

away from the eyes of

have a higher status. This

access to our stimulating secret

cat-of-nine tail whips

( there you go, Elizabeth, it works in nicely right here )

are a little too naughty

we retreat to that hidden

Good Night, Elizabeth!

Man-servant and cahce of "toys".

Anticipating that this will take

one pound box of chocolates

we will be prepared for

( is this an example of "food as sex" like we see in the movies? )

memories are created and forever

(morning, hmmm, Yes, dear, the palace and man-servants are real, of course!  But there's this bizarre world out there where they put stories on big screens and show them in dark rooms, but they can't show certian thing--like sex--so they substitute 'sensous' eathing/food scenes and everyone is supposed to know that's a euphemism for the lady getting her wahoo tickled.  It's a sad world, I don't go there much anymore.)