I, a single man living alone, went home drinking again today. Feeling slightly warm in my pocket, I headed to the erotic massage parlor that had been on my mind. A woman with an air of a married lady greeted me and entertained me for a while. A few days later, I exchanged nods with Kawakami-san, a beautiful married woman from the neighborhood as we passed each other… but somewhere… yes, that masseuse… maybe it was her, there's no way that could be, and then at night. I went to the massage parlor because that woman might be there…
