In the middle of the dessert course the two girls noticed a new man, one they had never seen before, enter the dining room. He sat by himself, carefully examining photographs. Both girls found him to be extremely attractive, albeit out of their league, no doubt. Being in a very cheerful mood, and because the vacation was nearing an end, Sachiko's Dad ordered an extra bottle of wine to linger over, and for the first time both girls were treated to another spritzer each. The double chocolate Black Forest Cake never tasted so good. The parents were becoming more and more amorous. The girls, therefore, were left to their own devices. Sachiko and Kaneko began to talk about the new man sitting alone, bantering back and forth. "Doesn't seem to have a date…" "Nope, not tonight." "Wanna go over and say hello… like, both of us?" "Yeah… and what would we say?" "Like, uh, hi, can we see your pictures?" "Just like that?" "Why not?" "I'm not sure." "Chicken!" "Up yours…" "Up my what?" Whereas the wine was proving helpful to the parents, it seemed only to bring utter dismay for Sachiko and Kaneko. With dinner finished, Sachiko's Mom and Dad said that they were tired and had to get some sleep. They left the two girls in the lobby and suggested that they find something "fun to do." Sachiko's Dad encouraged them to "do some shopping," and gave them Yen 2,000 each. On the way to indoor shopping boutiques Sachiko  made the comment that her parents were probably going to make a lot of noise "sleeping." "Yeah…" Kaneko replied, "…she's been getting it every night… sometimes twice!" For effect the two of them moaned, imitating the sound of a person having an orgasm. "Your Mom is lucky," Kaneko said, "being with your Dad and all." Sachiko replied with one word: "Usually." Kaneko asked: "usually how?" Sachiko responded without showing much inner emotion: "He's been unfaithful, and more than you'd believe. My mom thinks that having another kid is going to fix that." 

This subject might have been explored in depth, had it not been for the fact that the "new" man from the dining room had been spotted by the two girls. He was seen entering a lingerie boutique. Kaneko asked: "Married or not you can't tell for sure; maybe for a girlfriend?" Sachiko looked to her friend and without hesitation said: "Well I'm going in there and finding out." Entering the boutique the girls spotted the man, already with a saleswoman. She was asking him: "…and about what size would you like for her?" The new man hesitated for a moment; then, upon spotting Sachiko pointed to her- "just about like the young woman there, rather petite." Sachiko, totally un-expecting this, nevertheless remained composed, and she strode forward to meet the new man. She asked him who she was like. "You're just like my model, miss," came the reply, along with an embarrassed-looking smile. "Sorry," he said, "I was rude to point. I shouldn't have done that." "No problem, it's OK…" But Sachiko felt suddenly helpless; she turned away, looked pleadingly to Kaneko, and the two best friends hurried off. 

"And what was that all about?" Kaneko asked. "I'm not sure; I just felt so strange the way he was looking at me. It felt as if he was looking right through me: into my thoughts and somehow touching me. It was totally weird," Sachiko responded. "Oh, you mean like he was undressing you with his eyes? All guys do that." "Nope, it wasn't that at all Kane… I know that; and it wasn't." Sachiko stopped to sit down in front of the exit. "I'll have to think about it and let you know," Sachiko said. 

Sachiko was uncharacteristically quiet returning to the room. Kaneko sensed that her friend was preoccupied with thoughts of the new man, and she didn't attempt any conversation. Returning to the room they entered quietly. Sachiko completely ignored the TV. She threw off her outer clothes, making a heap at the edge of her bed. Once under the covers her breathing became slow and regular. Kaneko knew that Sachiko had gone right to sleep. In the semi-darkness all was still; Kaneko undressed and was soon asleep herself.