From Sunday Scans: “Admit it... you're about to indulge in me.” I, an insignificant 27-year-old office worker, got involved with a drunkard in front of my house... I was scared when I thought he was going to enter my house, but a passing post office worker saved me. A few days later, I met him at a drinking party and he sent me home after I got drunk. I thought of myself as someone who brings misfortune to everyone around me. That’s why, when I was feeling sorry for the trouble I caused him in succession, he hugged me.... I used to think that sex was just a painful experience, but when he played with and caressed my body with his fingertips, it felt incredibly good. After that, my drunk neighbor turned into a stalker, so I ended up living with him. His house is a splendid high-class apartment building and he said I could pay the rent with my body. It feels so good that I feel like I'm going crazy, but what will I do when it happens every day?!