"ACK!" The entire inside of the pants were coated with some cold, sticky gloop. As the arms pulled ever higher -- forcing the pants up, over my hips, ...nd over my waist, my cheeks, crotch, legs and stomach -- all parts of my lower torso squished into the sticky substance on the inside of the pants. I danced my body back and forth, trying to get more comfortable. The pants were sculpted (like the makeup-chair), and had a fold that rose up between my buns, lifting and separating the cheeks. I felt. "ICHI-SAN! You're going to be late if you don't get down here NOW! I've toasted some bread for you to eat on the way to school. HURRY UP!" Yuzu's voice once again beat into his half-asleep brain.Ichigo was just about to yell back to Yuzu when he looked at his closet. He thought, "Maybe Rukia's still sleeping. I'd better not start yelling, I might scare her to death if she is. But how could she be sleeping with all the racket Yuzu's making, or the great thumping noise I made when I smashed my. "I don't see any problem ... help me with this, will you? ... but you need to run it by your dad and see if he has any problems." Is he coming home on time?" He's supposed to. One never knows." The phone rang. "Could you get that, honey?"It turned out that her father was not coming home any time soon. Yet another integration crisis had reared its ugly head. He listened to her proposed schedule, and only had one reservation."You'd probably better not count on me for a ride tomorrow or Sunday.. I turned her over and made sure she was still breathing. Yep, but holy shit her liquor breath could start a car! Not that I hadn't had a few drinks myself, but she had so many that night that I don't think she was aware I had walked her back to her room, much less of anything now that she had faceplanted.'First things first, ' I thought. 'Can't leave her sprawled on the carpet. Let's get her into bed.' I reached under her arms and dragged her to the bed, and with some effort managed to lift her.