ms. ishihara, who was in the same class, graduated from the same university. one day, when i missed the last train because i was working overtime, he said, “if you want to sleep on the sofa, i’ll let you stay.” staying in another woman’s room when she’s there… but i may have expected something from mr. ishihara, who used to be a bimbo. unprotected no-bra loungewear in a space for just the two of us… i couldn’t stand it. i continued to fuck until i used up a dozen rubbers by morning. still the libido that does not fit. finally, i was invited to say, “i don’t care if i’m alive.”
