From this spring, my only daughter was able to attend a junior college in Tokyo. My wife and I lived fairly peacefully. Around May, a lively young man with bright hair who was said to be working in the bar business moved into the room next door to our house. What I'm going to talk about from now on is that Hatachi's host-kun, my wife, who was over 40 and too naive of the world, was crazy about her body and mind in the meat stick business mixed with love affairs, and was given money and goods. It's a story...
