Did you think I wouldn't hear about that". I looked sheepishly at her, knowing that I had been using her money and time to fuel my own work. "Look" ...he added, "the thing you don't know is that every white boy who spends any time in Tokyo starts to get their mind messed up with that futunari shit. Let it go. It doesn't exist. You're barking up a tree that ain't there". I looked her square in the eye and said "What if I told you that I have proof that futunari, I mean real futunari not the. .though long gone, you have not been forgotten!]Sonny's life had been a colorful one. He'd been born in a little town in Oklahoma, to a roughneck father who worked on oil wells and a mother who did her best to raise Sonny and his three other siblings (in spite of an often drunken, and abusive husband). Eventually, Sonny also worked on oil drilling rigs until he and his father had a falling out and Sonny left home, rarely to ever go back.Sonny ended up going to California and he did some. It was him, looking identical like yesterday, dripping with sweat and cap backwards, this time with two open beers in his hand."Here I got you this." He put the beer on my table and sat on my bed behind me.I looked at it, and swiveled around on my chair."Uh Ray, I told you I don't really drink remember." I said nervously"Just take a sip, don't make me force you." He looked at me.That's just the thing I wanted him to force me to, so I just sat there and replied,"Try me."He got up slowly, still. “The way she’s standing. She don’t really know this guy, she’s fishin’ for him.”Cash nodded. “Yeah, Missy’s good at body language, that’s why I occasionally hire her to watch people.”Missy wrinkled her nose at him. “I thought it was ‘cause of my short skirts and long legs.”He gave the ceiling a rueful glance.I glance between them. “Are you two, you know...”Missy erupted in giggles. “Not ‘no,’ but ‘Hell No!’”Cash sighed. “Christ tell me you’re kidding. Both my arms still ache whenever the damn.