Author, Oe past middle age is writing a novel. Worked out the plan of the novel today while taking a walk through the old cityscape which I made a point of. A woman jumped into an umbrella of Oe attacked by a sudden shower. The woman took the hand of Oe, and invited you to the brothel of the back alley where oneself lived in. The woman who I take off wet clothes without any hesitation in front of Oe, and undresses. Oe who admired a body of the So begins to go to the brothel.
