Ian and Goro were being punished. They were being punished for Ian punching his father in the face and saying five or six curse words on his way into the house. The bad news was they weren't allowed to eat any of Shinobu's special cooking and were only allowed to eat Yui's cooking; as if anyone would ever eat something of hers.
The adults -Keitaro, Naru, Mutsumi, Shinobu, Motoko, Kaollu, Mitsune, Kentaro, and Emi – were sitting at their own table having a fun conversation. They didn't care how beleaguered their children were. Ian, Rina, Yui, Foxy, Kimza, Ichiro, and Goro were sitting in their own run. Ian tried explaining how 'hate' is the excuse of not doing and once you learn not to hate a subject you'll get better at it – all Rina did was play her guitar. Ichiro only said three words to Yui before she lobbed a chunk of wood into his vulgar mouth. Kimza…forget about her. The only ones who seemed to be having the most conversation were Goro and Foxy.
" So she used plastic dildo's on you?" Foxy laughed. Goro didn't know why. Those things hurt more than gaining too much weight too fast.
" Yeah, she did," said Goro. " And you said the first time Ian moved into this house you and Rina locked him in a bathroom without a top on."
" Yes. We were trying to blackmail him. It would have worked…if not for Ian being a total fag."
" I'm not a faggot!" Ian shouted.
" Please, the proper term is 'fag'. It's mostly deviatory is schoolboys – exhaust through work: to exhaust somebody through drudgery or hard labor, or become exhausted in this way "
" Foxy, just shut up," Rina said.
" Why do our parents get to have all the fun while we're stuck downstairs because Daisuke won't permit anyone upstairs," Yui said. " There's nothing to do downstairs."
" I got an idea," Ichiro said.
" This outta be good," Rina scoffed.
" Your parents won't let your friends come and won't you let any of you order takeout, correct. So why don't we call female strippers dressed as cops to the house and tell Ian's dad he's 'under arrest'. While they're arguing, we call a cake shop, order in, and watch the madness unfold."
" Why the hell do we need female strippers!" Rina shouted. " You already have a stripper that sounds like a character from Castle sleeping on our couch!"
" At least she's not like Kimza; indolent and mute. But think about it. Male strippers are much more muscular than real cops and are more well-hung. If we invite male strippers your parents are going to know something's up –"
" And the fake badge, fake gun, and none existent police uniform won't do that?" Ian scoffed.
" That's why we need a hot female-cop stripper. You know. Female cops get more exercise – they're out there jogging through the neighborhoods looking for crime."
" Then why do more male cops die of heat strokes?" Yui asked.
" Just give me a chance." Ichiro pulled out his cellphone from his pocket and dialed on it.
" Hello," a males voice said.
" Yes, I'd like to place an order for Mrs. Clothesoff."
" Who," a voice in the receiver said.
" Clothesoff. First name Oliver. Do you think you can deliver five small vanilla cakes to Oliver Clothesoff at…do you know where the Hinata House is."
" Yes. I took my wife on our honey moon there. I don't think our marriage would have stayed if we didn't have wonderful memories from that house –"
" Yeah, just deliver the cakes there. Oliver Clothesoff."
Ichiro pressed a red button on his cellphone that turned off the phone. Ichiro laughed from how gullible that cake owner was. All-of-your-Clothes-off, classic. Ichiro laughed for one whole minute until the doorbell.
" That must be cake guy with our vanilla cakes."
" Cake deliveries don't show up that fast, dumbass!" Ian shouted.
" You seem to be forgetting something, Ian. It's the fathoms of my plan. Everything goes by faster in my plans. Now I'm going to open this door. And just take a look at these cakes –"
Ichiro was tackled to the ground. All Ichiro could see was she was a high school girl. A high school girl with golden locks, striped green skirt, a brown suit with a white shirt underneath and a red tie around her neck, and she was the same color as Su and Kimza. Unlike the iterant Su she wore fabulous clothes from expensive clothes. The strangest things was…she was kissing Ichiro. Hands touching, lips locking, the girl moved the small tip of her tongue into Ichiro's mouth to touch every nook 'n' cranny of Ichiro's filthy mouth. Who was she –how could she possibly put her mouth in the dirtiest place of Ichiro's body: the mouth.
" I'm grown up now," the tanned girl said. " Now you have to live up to your promise."