The news came suddenly. My husband, a doctor, was on duty that day and had been working since the afternoon. The car he was driving collided with an oncoming vehicle while trying to avoid a child that had suddenly jumped out into the road. Devastated by the grief of losing my husband in the accident, further tragedy awaited me. Director Oyama mercilessly attacked me in front of the portrait of my beloved husband. "At least...at least please forgive me in front of my husband..." I said, but ironically, my body was repeatedly climaxing...