Time for another Venus with pasta. We don't know where these pictures originate from but they remind us, in some ways, of our friend I, from Rome, who taught Triple P a lot about pasta dishes during the mid to late eighties until the early nineties when we spent a lot of time in Italy. Although I was a blonde (ish) her figure was not dissimilar to this leggy young lady.
We can remember at least one incident where she cooked us dinner dressed just in an apron (although hers was a Playboy rabbit head one - oddly, Triple P's mother had one as well). Triple P had been out running along the Via Appia Antica one morning, while training for the London Marathon. Having done about ten miles he returned to I's apartment in Corso Vittorio Emanuele II to find her wandering about in her silk dressing gown looking elegantly lovely as usual. Given we had only just got together we were still at a very intensive physical stage. Aroused, she said, by Triple P's post-run healthy glow she pounced. Six hours later, having missed lunch as a result of I's amorous advances, she agreed to knock up something for an early supper. Donning her Playboy apron she soon put together a delicious bowlful of bucatini all'amatriciana.