My new workplace organized a company retreat and encouraged spouses to attend, so I brought my wife, Ichika. Something felt wrong when the only other guests were the president and two managers, but the inn was beautiful, the food was excellent, and they kept pouring me drinks until I blacked out. The next morning, nursing a hangover, I found Ichika suddenly very friendly with them—the constant touching and intimate distance made it clear that far more had happened during the night.