As a single man living alone, I drank and returned home today. Feeling a bit warm in my pocket, I headed to the massage parlor that had been on my mind. A so-called 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 Kuisan, the beautiful married woman from the neighborhood whom I always see. Kuisan is always so beautiful; I often thought that if someone like her were my wife. Today, as we passed each other, I nodded in greeting, but somewhere in my mind, it struck me—yes, that massage girl. Maybe, no way... and then at night. Thinking that the woman might be there, I headed to the massage parlor. Then, I mustered the courage to ask the woman who came out: By any chance, are you Mrs. Kuisan?
