Kamiko looked at herself in the mirror and sighed. She was pretty enough, but her husband Katashi always kept her from looking like the rest of the neighborhood women. Well, most of them anyway. He didn't want another man to lust after her. So, he made her wear the most plain and unattractive clothing. And he kept her so mundane that she started to think of that as her norm. She almost felt like a slave to his will. Really, the only reason she stuck around and didn't file for a divorce was her sense of honor. She made a promise when she married him and she aimed to keep that promise. And then there was Yuki, her daughter. What would she think if her parents ended their marriage? What kind of example would that be?
She turned away from the mirror and continued her dull existence, not realizing that everything would change the moment she met her next "house guest".
Kamiko was dusting in the living room (Katashi preferred a clean house to come home to), when suddenly the doorbell rang. But she was expecting it. She ordered something through the mail and was waiting for it to arrive. She dropped the duster and walked to the front door. Then she opened it and saw that she was indeed getting her package.
The young man in the UPS uniform looked down at the package in his hands. "Kamiko Meshida?" Suddenly, a wave of euphoria and angst splashed over her. It seemed to come out of nowhere. She looked at the young man with a new perspective. And a new need began to grow within her. The man took a step back, but Kamiko grabbed him and pulled him inside, shutting the door behind them. As she did, she thought about all the hot things she wanted to do to this guy. And all the things she wanted him to do to her.
