Happy Birthday, Tasuki!!!



When a commercial break came, Tasuki turned to Sarah, and spoke. "I’m sure glad as hell the DTFC didn’t give me any shit this year," he said with a sigh, resting his arm around her.

"Yeah, maybe they finally got some maturity and decided to leave us—er, leave you alone."

"Ya really think so?" Tasuki asked doubtfully. "I’ve got this awful feeling they’re up to somethin’. First it was that ‘strip-twister’ crap, and then all that bullshit about Kourin forgetting the cake and having all that leftover frosting," Tasuki grimaced as he remembered how he was treated at his last birthday party. All those drooling females tugging at his clothes, spreading the frosting, licking his--

"Well, you don’t have to worry this year," Sarah promised him, interrupting his thoughts. She took his hands and squeezed them gently. "You’ll be safe here."

Tasuki gazed at her admiringly. "Damn, you’re wonderful," he said softly, leaning into her. The two closed their eyes and moved closer…and closer…

BZZZZZ!!!! The alarm screeched.

Tasuki and Sarah opened their eyes. "Damn," they said in unison, and giggled.

"Well, I’d better check on your cake, then," Sarah said apologetically as she stood up.

"Don’t leave me alone for too long; they might come and get me!" Tasuki joked. He heard her light laughter from the kitchen as she pulled the cake out of the oven. She tested it with a toothpick and set it on the countertop.

"It’s done," she announced. "I’ll just let it cool for a while, and then I’ll make frosting," she said, returning to the living room. "What kind of frosting do ya want?" she asked playfully.

"Anything but peach," Tasuki told her warningly.

Sarah laughed and sat back down to watch more "Seinfeld". After a few laughs over the crazy characters, the two heard a knock at the door. They both gave each other a slightly frightened look, and then laughed it off.

"It couldn’t be them," Sarah assured him. "They don’t know where I live…" She stopped as she remembered something. "Though one of them did drive me home once…" she finished in a worried tone. "You don’t think…?"

Tasuki mirrored her worried face and shrugged his shoulders.

"Well," Sarah said determinedly. "Only one way to find out…" She stood up slowly, followed closely by Tasuki, and cautiously crept to the door. She opened it slowly and gasped when she saw at least a hundred females in the doorway and spilling out to the front yard.

Tasuki cried out in fear, and Sarah gave them a nervous smile. "Um, I think you have the wrong house," she said hastily, trying to close the door. It’s shoved back open again, nearly knocking her over.



Tasuki and Sarah are interrupted at the door...

"I remembered where you lived," Divon said smugly, waltzing into the living room. "Nice place," she said politely, flopping down onto one of the couches.

Kourin had been at her heels and now stood directly next to Tasuki, looking up at him with shiny eyes. "I’ve brought more peach frosting for another cake," she said, trying to hide her giggles.

Rence made her way up to Tasuki through the sea of drooling females, and faked a gasp. "But Kourin, I thought you were supposed to bring the cake, and I was supposed to bring the frosting!" Rence protested, holding up a bucket of peach frosting that she had brought.

Kourin hid her snickering by turning it into fake tears. "Oh, dear; oh my! What shall we do??" she asked dramatically.

Priya butted in on the conversation. "Wellllll, we could always do what we did last year…"

Sarah angrily approached the excited females. "That’s not necessary," she said coldly. "As it just so happens, I have a cake that needs frosting," she said, grabbing Kourin’s and Rence’s frosting and tossing it into the kitchen.

"Damn," Kourin whispered and was immediately hit by Priya.

"Oh, how nice!" Priya said, trying to sound sincere. "I’ll go frost the cake, then," she decided, walking off towards the kitchen with a few other DTFC members.

Glad to get at least 5% of the girls out of her hair, Sarah spoke with more courage. "Now, look here. I didn’t invite any of you, and I don’t even know most of you, so would you please just—"

"Ooooh!" Kristi cooed, thinking fast. "Is this you, Tetris no Miko??" she asked, pointing to a picture of Sarah in a leotard and tights, and pointe shoes, with her leg high in the air.

Sarah blushed and proudly nodded. "Yeah, I dance ballet…"

"Wow, you sure are good at it!" Jennifer said, quickly catching on to Kristi’s scheme. She nudged Jill’s side quickly.

"Yeah!" Jill piped up with a big smile. "You have a wonderful body too! So slender, with such long legs…"

Sarah’s smile spread even wider across her face. "Well, that picture is two years old," she admitted.



Tasuki cuts off his reading again. "Hey, where’s this story going, anyway? I thought’cha were gonna give me a nice birthday present; not another DTFC nightmare!"

"Now, now, just calm down," Sarah said with a mischievous grin. "It gets better….trust me…"


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