It was his senior from college days, Mr. Taniguchi, who offered a helping hand to my husband as he searched for a job. In exchange for giving my husband work, Mr. Taniguchi started making advances on me. I tried to tell the truth every day, steeling myself as I waited for my husband to come home. But my husband would smile gratefully at Mr. Taniguchi, and unconsciously, I would force a fake smile in return. Then, on the seventh day of being violated, my body, which had been resisting all this time, began to crave Mr. Taniguchi…
