As a single man living alone, I drank alcohol and came home tonight as usual. With a little extra money in my pocket, I headed to a massage parlor I'd been curious about. It was a so-called dubious, erotic massage parlor. A woman with the air of a married woman greeted me, and I enjoyed a pleasant time. A few days later, I saw Ms. Narumiya, the beautiful married woman from the neighborhood, whom I often saw. Ms. Narumiya is always so beautiful, and I'd thought how wonderful it would be if someone like her were my wife. Today, I nodded to her as we passed each other, but somewhere inside, I thought, "That's right, that massage girl." Could it be...? And so, I headed to the massage parlor, thinking that woman might be there. And when the woman came out, I mustered up the courage to ask, "Are you perhaps Ms. Narumiya?"