He grabbed something to eat.

I decided that if we were going to be fucking — or "lovemaking to make a baby" as my wife preferred us to refer the act — for the rest of the night I might as well get eat to get the energy to do the act of procreation.

Catherine's kitchen was massive — with a large grey marble island in the center surrounded by a vertical double oven, a high-end stove, a French door refrigerator, and a wine cooler — was probably bigger than some bachelor studio apartments. I didn't know her that well but she didn't seem like the home cook type, however, I would be pleasantly surprised if she turned out to be one. I noticed that there was another note next to take-out bag and a bottle of red wine.

"Michael, I hope you don't mind that I ordered food that I read is good for your libido and to maintain your erection!" She planted her lipstick kiss next to the word "erection."

I opened the bag and looked inside to see a fruit salad with various berries, tangerine, avocados, and apples and a bowl of pasta with salmon, lobster, crab, and oysters. Supposedly the fruit and the red wine's antioxidant was suppose to help boost my blood flow to maintain a longer erection while the zinc in the seafood was to help regulate my testosterone levels. I took out the containers and placed them on the island and sat down on one of the stools. I wanted to wait for Catherine to come down and eat with her but obviously by her note that she had no problem with me eating first so I poured the wine (I prefer liquor or beer though) into a glass.

I had practically wolfed down all of the pasta when I heard Catherine approach the kitchen in high heels. I almost choked when I saw her...