About six months ago, I was laid off, and continued to go to the employment office, relying on my wife's salary as a real estate lady. I would occasionally drop by on my way home from the employment office to check on my wife, who was working in a model house in the city, wearing a tight formal outfit and a smile as usual, and watch her with a smile. One morning, as my wife hurriedly got ready for work, I felt something strange about her. ...She was wearing a thong.