Des：Life without any inconveniences, but without satisfaction... My husband is innocent and I spend my whole life with almost no night work. One day I happened to know about the existence of customs for women. To fill the physical loneliness, I decided to use womens customs when I felt guilty. I remember a womans pleasure at being stimulated by the aesthetic landscape of oil. The next day and the next, when I remembered this pleasure, the pain didnt stop.