I, with a warm heart, headed to the so-called shady erotic massage parlor that had been on my mind. Later, I passed by a beautiful married woman from the neighborhood, Mrs. Hiroyuki, and exchanged greetings. But somewhere in my mind, it struck me—she looked like that masseuse. There's no way that could be true, but then at night, I went to the massage parlor thinking maybe that woman would be there. Then, when a woman came out, I mustered the courage to ask: Are you Mrs. Hiroyuki?
