tual betrayal. Izumi and I rictly compartmentalized yet totally intimate relationship.

    And if notinued like t forever, sipping our vodka-and-tonics, slipping bets ired of lying to our spouses and decided to let tura1 deat urn to comfortable little life styles. Eit turned out badly. I cant prove it; I just  fee1ing. But a t of fate -- inevitable, in retrospect -- intervened, and Izumis  er grilling o my otally out of control. As luck  time, and turned ugly.   I explain ed everyt very ory. I told my ly s not like Im in love,quot; I explained. quot;Its a special relations comp1etely different from ecte4 anyt? t proves its not t;

    But my o listen. It  speak anoto me. t day, so s place, in Caking our son imes, but s come to tead. quot;I dont  to ; ;and to let my daugo a bastard like you.quot;  against our marriage from tart, and one of voice said .

    At a complete loss, I took a fe lay forlornly alone in bd. Izumi poo.   not before slapping . aken a pair of scissors to every stitc to  all lay in tatters. S;Im exed,quot; s;I dont knoo do. Everytll never be t; Ss. I ed to comfort  w could I possibly say?

    quot;Lets go some to Sil dra an allnig for me, Daiquiris for  track of  time since ,  o say. At doo  at a Dennys. ts o Greece.

    quot;Greecequot; I asked,

    quot;e cant very ay in Japan,quot; so my eyes.

    I turned t follohe logic.

    quot;Ive aled to go to Greece,quot; s;Its been my dream. I ed to go on my   s go ? t live t anytaying in J