i couldn't stop worrying about what my wife was doing or how she was dressed. my company was struggling, and i had no choice but to beg my former subordinate, now the president of a major corporation, yano, for help. i had been especially harsh on yano when he joined the company as a new graduate, and i knew he hated me. yano ordered me to hand over my wife, reiko, every saturday. the rules were to send her back by the last train and never ask what they did. thus began my terrifying saturdays.