After some careful thought, Stupid Samuel checked if everything's all right with Mona. She had not yet exited his house after quite some time. Maybe she's stealing. Maybe she's hiding. Perhaps she's waiting again to take advantage of the situation. Or possibly, he was paranoid. Nevertheless, he went down a short flight of escalera, and yelled, "Mona! Mona de Puta! ¿Dónde estás?  Where you are?" 

A reply came from the kitchen, and Stupid Samuel followed it. 

It was a big mistake. There was Mona, sobbing and scratching and rolling on the floor. She's also naked, and it's not a pretty sight. 

Stupid Samuel had had enough. 

"You too much! Demonio in you! Get dress!" In a panic, the boy grabbed the closest thing he could find and flung a hand toalla in the girl's direction, despite the towel being too small for Mona to cover her sizable parts.

"Azucar..." said Mona.

"What about sugar?"  

"Bolsa... bolsa de papel...." Mona gestured towards the paper bag containing the sweetener. 

"Zzzzip!" he interrupted. This woman should be silenced. 

"Pero..."  

"Zzzzzup!" This woman needed to be handled. 

 "Tiene..." 

"Ocho ochenta blah blah blah," he taunted with made-up curses.

"Bichos!" Mona pointed at the crawling insects on the floor.

"Que tipo?" asked Stupid Samuel, as if the type of ants had any relation to the gravity of the situation.

"Ayudame!" Mona screamed while furiously scratching her chest.

"If I help... you go away?" Stupid Samuel kindly offered. 

"Help!" she repeated in a pleading voice, and that's all it took before Stupid Samuel took charge.

And so that explained her frilly thingies on the floor. And so that revealed her bright red skin. And so that justified the placement of his hands when his parents walked in. 

"No! No! Not again!" cried the father, cursing his luck. 

"Si! Si! That's my Stupid Samuel," sobbed the mother, mourning her fate.