My wife Mariko and I had reached our fifteenth wedding anniversary. We rarely fought and seemed like an ideal couple, though our life together may have become ordinary and unstimulating. Then Mariko suggested having nude photos taken so her natural body could be preserved forever. I wanted to grant her wish but could not overcome my embarrassment. When my boss Oshima noticed my troubled expression at work, I confided in him. From the moment I shared that problem, the gears of our marriage began to slip.