I devoted myself to my husband and lived honestly as a teacher. A busy and hectic everyday life, yet my heart feels somehow unfulfilled. That's when I discovered a passion for writing novels. After work, I frequented the library and devoted myself to writing. As usual, I was running my pen across my notebook and suddenly looked up, and there was a woman being molested by a man behind the bookshelf, her body writhing. Before I knew it, I was staring intently at the two of them in their lewd state…
