The man came to our house with a single-lens reflex camera hanging from his shoulder, for a magazine interview. He was a photographer. I had explained to my wife beforehand that he was an acquaintance of mine, so she didn't suspect anything. I was angry at the man who was so familiar with my wife, and at my wife who responded with a smile, because he was so excited like an industry man. My wife must hate this type of playboy. Gradually, he started touching my wife more and more, and my jealousy was reaching its limit as he tried to kiss her with all his might. Please! Don't give in to that temptation...