The tall woman who showed up at our usual meeting was a little older than usual, wearing a deep yellow skirt that dazzled in the winter streets of Shibuya. I don't see her often in Shibuya, so perhaps it was Kokoro of adventure, but for some reason Kokoro started to flutter. When I asked her about her story, I found out she was a respectable, ordinary housewife who had been married for 11 years and had a child in elementary school... Apparently she hadn't had sex with her husband for the past two years... and this was her first love affair. Well, a lot happens in life, doesn't it? Anyway, I thought that a tatami mat would be the best place to embrace a married woman, so I went to a Japanese-style love hotel.