My husband's boss, Mr. Abe, was at the end of the hand that pulled the ivy we were clinging to. He was gripping a ivy that, if let go, would make him fall all at once. I offered my body to his will so as not to let go of his hand. But after the 7th day, it wasn't just the body. I didn't want to admit that I would be overjoyed and writhing in Abe's embrace. Will you still love me like this...?
