As a single man, I drank and went home today. Feeling slightly warm in my wallet, I headed to the massage parlor that had been on my mind. It was a shady, erotic massage place. A woman with an air of a married lady greeted me and entertained me for a while. A few days later, there was Mrs. Mizuhashi, the beautiful married woman I often see in the neighborhood. Mrs. Mizuhashi is always so beautiful; I thought what if she were my wife. Today, as we passed each other, we exchanged nods, but somewhere in my mind, I thought, 'That's right, that massage girl.' Maybe, there's no way…
