Or you decide that it can't be that hard to choose food without their help and you decide on something called fugu

You hesitate for a moment but in the end you don't want to look like an idiot and, pretending you know what you're doing, you lean towards fugu, because it vaguely sounds familiar to you, although you don't know what.

Úrsula makes a strange gesture, but she says nothing and orders a selection of grilled vegetables with various sauces. The Chef gets down to it and demonstrates the art of using knives. chopping vegetables at breakneck speed. While the vegetables are being cooked, the cook starts with your fugu, which turns out to be a not very large fish with a primitive appearance.

Knife movements are now much slower and more precise. You notice how he takes the head out of the fish and when the man advances through the abdominal area, his cuts become even finer and more careful. Úrsula bends over to see more clearly and the chef can't help but take a look at those prodigious tight breasts in a strapless neckline.

The knife slips a couple of centimeters too much but neither the chef, nor obviously you, are aware of it. At the end of the cut he removes the rest of the abdomen and the spine and puts the rest of the fish on the plate.

The fugu turns out delicious. You offer a bite to the young woman but she rejects it with a curt gesture. You eat several more dishes, but you speak little. You try a couple of jokes, but she gives you cold, dismissive looks. You end dinner congratulating the cook and you open the door for him a little disappointed because you know you haven't connected.

He accompanies her to the motorcycle and in a last **** attempt you grab her by the waist and give her a kiss. Úrsula barely lets you touch your lips with hers and, breaking away from your embrace, she slaps you.

Without giving you time to reply, she gets on the motorcycle and drives away burning a tire.

You order a taxi and come home with your head down and horny as a donkey. You sit in front of the computer and open Ursula's photo gallery again. The images on the screen mix with your memories of the young woman getting on the bike or bending over the chef and fondling the package. Right away you imagine Ursula taking off that tight bra for you revealing huge tits. You unbutton your pants and take your cock out of your underpants while imagining that she is the one doing it. Her mouth wraps around your cock and she masterfully sucks it while she masturbates up her skirt.

You lift her off of her and facing the wall she squeezes her big white breasts while you lift up her skirt and shove your cock deep into her ass.

You shake her even harder imagining the screams of the young woman as she is sodomized and you bite her lips about to cum. That's when she notices that something is wrong, you don't feel anything on her lips.

You touch them again with the same result and you start to notice an unpleasant tingling on the tip of your tongue that quickly spreads to the rest of her mouth.

You get up with the intention of freshening up your face a bit and notice that your head is spinning. You put it down to the two shots of sake and go to the bathroom. Seconds after getting your face a little wet, you walk over to the bowl and throw up your entire dinner. Weak and dizzy you suddenly remember where you've heard of fugu before.

The images of Homer Simpson emptying the Japanese restaurant and getting rid of a certain **** assail you and you approach the computer wishing that everything was an invention of the scriptwriters.

You type with numb fingers and read the wikipedia page dedicated to fugu. A cold sweat runs down your back when you finish reading the article remembering the chef's clueless glance at Úrsula's cleavage.

You have the phone on the bed. You get up to call the emergency room but your legs don't respond and you fall to the ground paralyzed by the tetrodotoxin.

The lack of oxygen begins to take its toll and just before you lose consciousness, never to recover it again, you wonder if everything that happened is the consequence of a fatal accident or the red-haired dog knew exactly what she was doing when leaning over the chef right now.

THE END