"I said creative, not pornographic!" A uniformed stood

  and covered his wife with a politician's blazer.  The nipple covers kept spinning. 

  "I don't understand." 

  "Sit down.  Understand what?" 

  An elbow sitting down in a (i)hummmph(i) rattled the martini glasses.  "Sorry." The woman said. 

  "Understand what?" The uniformed asked again. 

  "Why this emphasis on creative?!" 

  "Yeah," a kid on the floor with a board game shot a glance at the man.  "We can only make so many potholders." 

  "Did you make one for your father?" 

  The kid kicked the game.  "Wouldn't do any good.  Wouldn't get it anyway." 

  "War is like a chessgame," the man began.