Enjokosai is a hush-hush style of teenage prostitution. If there were, Yumi and Mariko wouldn't have any coins in their Fendis after a night in Asahi Mura. The farther the better." "Yeah, away from Asahi Mura there are restaurants like bigger than a room. If Yumi and Mariko think I'm too nosey, they won't talk.
Unlike the horror stories of chained-up, child prostitutes, enjokosai doesn't happen in back alleys. Instead, like everything else in Japan, from electric heated toilets to MP3 players the sizes of an aspirin, enjokosai relies on technology. If they think I push too hard, I won't know anything at all.
Before the child ever gets to school it will have received crucial, almost irrevocable sex education and this will have been taught by the parents, who are not aware of what they are doing.
- Dr Mary S Calderone by Jennifer Liddy Two girls spread out on the sidewalk in front of the 7-Eleven 24-hour convenience store.
Much later, they flow back home a little wasted on Asahi Super Dry beer, in need of a shower but 8,000 yen richer. Sure, there is suspicion, but no one wants to confront it. Do you think these girls will be the scamps of the village? You will see something incredibly normal, maybe even boring.They are sort of like the big boom version of the sex lines that were so hugely popular in States during the 1980s. " Mariko giggles and shakes her hips like she's doing a defunct version of the mambo. This body's had a baby, girl," I say and wiggle my hips back at them. Then, like all scandals, the frenzy around this one died down, and enjokosai faded again into the background.The difference is that in the States, women ran the lines and the interaction stayed there. With less coverage and no real changes, the ignorance grew and the abuse continued.They both carry Fendi bags that match the black DNKY jeans they have cut down into short-shorts.They're cute as in Hello Kitty cute, not the sexy nymphs they think they are with their expensive name brand clothes. Summer vacation is going to end in less than a month; their book reports aren't even started. The ringer is a song by the hip new band, Dragon Ash. It's a rap-love combo, moaning about, what else - not letting life get you down. Life never gets them down and it takes Mariko less than a second to whip open her cell phone and whisper "Moshe, moshe." A few minutes later, as Yumi fixes a few loose strands of her dyed auburn hair, a four-door white Honda pulls up.