I'm single and I'm going home to drink today. I headed to the massage parlor I was worried about. Erotic, erotic massage. She greeted me with the atmosphere of a married woman and entertained me for a while. A few days later, Mr. Mizubata, a beautiful married woman in the neighborhood, always saw me. I always thought that Mizubata-san was beautiful and that such a person was my wife. Today, when we passed each other, I nodded, but somewhere, yes, that massage lady. Maybe I should...