About half a year ago, I fell victim to a layoff. I continued to visit the job center, relying on my wife's salary, who works as a real estate lady. In the model house within the city, she would, as always, energetically spread her smiles in a tight formal style. Occasionally, on my way back from the job center, I would drop by to check on her, watching with a chuckle as she worked. One morning, as my wife hurriedly prepared for work, I felt an odd sense of discomfort at her changing appearance... it was a thong.
