More veggies. Fresher ingredients.But Walker does some mean French Fries. Skinny ones usually. It’s a three-step process. He boils them. Then fries ...over low heat. Finally, high heat. Yum! Crispy and salty.Other nights he might soak them in buttermilk, batter them in some spicy concoction. Outstanding.Phillip Montgomery had asked me to lunch. Back before he moved to New York. Ours was a complex relationship. Interesting. Warm. I had first met Phillip when his and Rebecca’s daughter, Mindy, had. Technically it was an order from a brother so she had to comply anyway, but she was pretty curious to see what he was up to.That afternoon she stopped by his place right off campus, wearing a pink hoodie and yoga pants."Hey Nathan, thanks for inviting me out but..." Shhh, get in here," he said, making sure nobody had seen her come in and shutting the door behind you. "I don't want anyone knowing what's going on." Look, things aren't really all that bad anymore at the house."Nathan looked at her. There was a lot I wanted to say, but I wanted privacy.We arrived in the lobby and Tameka again grabbed me to half lead, half drag me to the entrance where she pointed towards a waiting limo. "We are going there," she stated as we stepped outside. Without waiting for me she ran to the limo and stood as the driver opened the door.I followed, still trying to figure out what was happening. I was about to ask Tameka a question when she grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me inside the limo and. That would mean Jane would take home at least £300 for an evening's work. Not bad, especially when money was tight, and both the rent and builders needed paying. Jane had insisted that work carried out on her home was the responsibility of the landlord, but he disputed this. But that was another matter, for another day. Jane just needed the money and needed it quite urgently.The second session would take place simultaneously with the appearance of a male model in the same room. The Camera Club.