I drank too much at a drinking party at my part-time job and missed the last train. Apparently, my husband was on a business trip, and I was walking with Mr. Shiraki on the night road with an ulterior motive. I have a girlfriend, but I think it's okay if she's a one-off and doesn't find out. At that time, I had no way of knowing that a terrifying experience awaited me that would make me regret such a sweet way of thinking.
