I'm working alone, leaving my wife and child in the countryside. Just as I was getting used to this lifestyle, a young woman moved in next door. She used to be a daycare worker, so we became close when I consulted with my son who lives far away. Even though I knew it was wrong, I started to think of her as a woman. As if realizing this, she invited me along and said, ``I'm jealous of my wife that her husband is such a kind person...''