I'm a single man living alone, and today I'm heading home after drinking. With a bit of extra cash in my pocket, I decided to visit a massage parlor I'd been curious about. It was one of those so-called "shady," erotic massages. A woman with the aura of a married housewife greeted me, and I enjoyed a wonderful time. A few days later, I saw Mrs. Sumikawa, the beautiful married woman in my neighborhood whom I always see. She's always so elegant, and I often thought about how great it would be if someone like her were my wife. Today, we exchanged nods as we passed each other, but something struck me—wait, that massage therapist. Could it be? No, there's no way... Still, thinking that woman might be there, I headed back to the massage parlor. When the woman came out, I took a chance and asked, "Are you by any chance Mrs. Sumikawa?"
