It didn't go well with my husband. My days are empty and boring; I feel suffocated living under the same roof with him. One day, Mr. Tanaka, a neighbor I occasionally encounter from the porch, asked me, 'Oh, new haircut? You look beautiful.' He had noticed that small change, a change that even my husband didn't recognize. It was one early afternoon when I let him come with me. I felt content. I experienced pleasures that my husband had never been able to provide for me. ... I always wanted to make love like this.