”She gestured to the second dish, this one piled with small, round packets that were wrapped in what almost resembled black paper. Some of them had ... strip of what looked like pink flesh that lay atop a ball of white mush.“This is ‘sushi’,” she explained. “This pink meat is salmon, a kind of Earth fish. This is tuna or ‘maguro’, this is shrimp or ‘ebi’. The black stuff is a kind of aquatic plant called seaweed. The white stuff is a grain called rice. Feel free to leave anything that isn’t to. Now I was a great one for making game rules, and have throughout my life made up my own rules when I have been losing at a game, my favourite when I am playing Monopoly, is because I am the banker, I can take limitless loans and refuse loans to other players.Anyway back to game night.The rules are as follows:-I will deal all of the hands, because girls cant shuffleWe all start with no socks and shoes on.The game was not finished until everyone was naked.Already naked players who lost the next. The next Friday night, we played and sang some old standards. Then me and Em did the Kentucky Waltz and you would of thought we was the greatest thing to come down the highway in a long time. So I got all inspired and had Homer play "Whispering Hope," which we sung as a duet. You know how it has an old timey churchly sound and those lyrics just seemed to be made for the two of us.Then some loudmouth who was trying to be funny, yelled up at my innocent Emily, "Whatcha gonna do if the kid tries. "OUCH," he yelled out reflexibly."Rob, are you ok?" Deb asked."I don't know," he answered. "Something really hurt." The voice was high-pitched."Robert?" Deb asked tentatively, suddenly not recognizing the person inbed next to her.Rob was at that moment more concerned with the pain down there. Hopingthere was no permanent injury to the family jewels, he gently reacheddown with his hand to check out the good. As his fingers reached down hisstomach and lower, he was confused by the feel of smooth.