When I first saw Tom Jones, two things struck me: the beauty of male 18th century clothing, and the sexiness of "the eating scene". You know the one -- Tom and Jenny rip apart a chicken while staring each other down, and end up -- well end up where you'd expect.
Full frontal assault on food has brought me more than one fascinated (or maybe horrified is a more accurate word) lover The first time I was seventeen, and dismembered both my lobster and his. He claimed he'd never seen less meat left on a crustacean, and fell in love right then.
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