Black pasta with squid would be something new but it will be a pass at my naked table.

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I think you can only eat this dish in a restaurant that also serves it on the right kind of crockery. Knowing Marlies, she'll be dressed appropriately for the occasion and will probably wear her see-through gold glitter mini skirt again, which is more closed at the neck and fits her beautiful body perfectly. She'll wear a wide belt and long boots that come up above the knee. She'll throw her coat on top and she'll be ready to go. I hope they've heated the shed well. Are you still considered naked if you're not wearing underwear, like us? And where have all the Italians gone? Don't they have homes anymore, or are they hibernating? Alexandra? Would you like to say something too? Yes, please, I'll take over. Do you remember when your parents weren't there and I was already staying with you? Our first naked table? It was hot and summery, and I think we started sleeping naked together that night. In the morning, you looked at your clothes and said, Ugh, get rid of this harness, I don't want it anymore, meaning your underwear... I looked at us both and said, It's much nicer without them anyway, and we hurried outside into the sun. We set up the loungers, popped open the Red Bulls, and took some sweet croissants out of the microwave. Then you started feeding me and told me about your grandfather, who always dipped his bread in everything. Mostly in coffee.
And you dipped your croissant in Red Bull, then put it in my mouth. We dozed and our skin got a nice tan we dreamed of a trip to Italy or Rome. How old were we? 16 or 17? Anyway, I was the first to get hungry and because I already had experience and you are my dear darling, I conjured up a salad for us. And cooked naked pasta naked. You looked at me strangely when I came around the corner with the bare things in the pot. But I still had a jar of green pesto hidden behind my back, and maybe the pasta would taste good with the salad? The outside temperature was already 34 degrees and sweat was really running down our faces. Let's try how it tastes when we mix it, I said, reaching into the salad bowl and throwing tomatoes and leaves into the already cooled noodles. I mixed it a little and, in the absence of cutlery, held some noodles out to you with my finger. You grabbed them and they were delicious, and I tried some too and they were really tasty. Add a little pesto because of the oil: perfect. You wanted to reach into the pot yourself, but I slapped your hands away. I wanted to feed my Tami! So you lay back and opened your mouth. And so you got a handful of noodles and I alternately pushed them into your mouth. Of course, some of it went astray, which I then licked right off you.
Was that our first naked table? Or did we just eat without cutlery?
Or is it a naked table when you spread food on your loved one's body and then eat it with your mouth? Do you remember the mess Hans made with the spray cream?
When we were really tired after dinner and quickly showered, rubbed lotion on each other, and fell back into bed, we kissed for a really long time for the first time...do you remember? It was really nice...
Maybe I'll lie down on the table tonight and you and Hans can garnish me with a little cucumber, cheese, and salami. Of course, you can also spread some quark on me for dipping. Or avocado cream? But don't anyone dare use cutlery!!!

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