Six months after my wife Reina and I moved to this area, we came to the campsite with just five people: the neighborhood association president, Mr. Sugiura; the vice-president, Mr. Otsuka; and the accountant, Mr. Kashiwagi. We had initially been told that everyone would be attending, but the presidents were chatting while licking my wife's body with lustful eyes. My wife was chatting with the presidents without even noticing what was going on, which made me so angry that I ended up fighting with her. The vice-president told me to have a drink and calm down, and I ended up getting drunk. As I was losing consciousness, the last thing I remember was the president putting his arm around my wife's shoulders and us going into the tent together...