Overtime, overtime, overtime again today. …I know that’s a lie. Pretending not to notice and just getting through each day peacefully without making any trouble. …That girl who told me she loved me even though my husband didn’t treat me like that. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt a body temperature, a sweet whisper touching my ear. “I’m going to clean the toilet,” he says, blinking, our secret password. An indiscriminate and violent lust that seeks each other out of public view. It was supposed to be a one-time thing, but before I knew it, I couldn’t go back.

The days when I had sex with a frustrated married woman at my part-time job.

[SSPD158 / SSPD-158 / SSPD 158]