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Because of Westley's good looks, he was often thought to be unapproachable, and especially by women. His assistant was a man, and women were generally unable to arouse his interest. Thus, it was rumored that he was a homosexual. Doris was the only woman who had ever broken down Westley's barriers and ignited his carnal desires. He watched closely as her tongue ran up the length of the mostly raw meat, and at the last minute before she put it in her mouth, he snatched the fork out of her hand and said, "You can't eat that. It is too bloody. It's bad for your stomach." By now, Wesley had lost his appetite. He was still hungry, but not for food. Tiffany frowned and said, "I'm sorry. I didn't know that. Doris, don't eat the steak. Why not have a slice of pizza or some pasta instead?" Tiffany