I live alone and I'm going home to drink today. I headed to the massage parlor I was worried about. The so-called shady, erotic massage. She greeted me with the atmosphere of a married woman and entertained me for a while. A few days later, Mr. Morisawa, a beautiful married woman in the neighborhood, was always seen. Morisawa-san was always beautiful and I wished someone like that was my wife. Today, when we passed each other, I nodded, but somewhere, yes, that massage lady. Maybe that's how it should be, and night. I went to a massage parlor to see if that woman was there. Then I decided to ask the woman who came out. Are you by chance Morisawa-san? And...