I live alone and am single. Every day I see a couple in the neighborhood who seem to get along well and I can't help but be jealous. After work, I go to the shady erotic massage parlor where I am fiddling with my phone. She greets me with the air of a married woman and entertains me for a while. A few days later, Mr. Ito, a beautiful married woman in the neighborhood, always sees me. Today, when we pass each other, I nod, but somewhere, yes, that massage lady. Maybe I should...