My wife has been showing a strong dislike towards the man named Ikeda who lives in the next apartment since we moved in. She would complain, 'He's vulgar and lacks manners, and he stares too much,' 'I can't stand his face,' 'I can't stand his smell.' As her husband, I would pacify her with a 'Come on, now.' But one day, when I came home from work, I was shocked to find my wife, who had claimed she was 'physically unable to bear him,' passionately entangled with the middle-aged man next door...
