It's been five years since I worked for a small insurance agency. Chased by her sales quota, she continues to work at a low monthly salary. My only pleasure as I spend my days without dreams or hopes is her boss, a beautiful woman, Mrs. Kijima. I wonder if she's frustrated because she's wearing tight tight minis even though she has a husband. One day when I was just delusional like that, I decided to work overtime alone with Mr. Kijima. I was stressed and had a sexual desire for Mr. Kijima, and my reasoning went crazy.
