The widowed landlord of my boarding house, whose husband has passed away, cares about me, a college student.Before I knew it, I started to be attracted to her, who even served me home-cooked meals even though I was too busy to eat a proper meal.One night when it was pouring, the soaking wet landlord came to my room to take shelter from the rain.My landlord whispers to me, ``Is it okay if I look at you?'' as I tell myself, ``I shouldn't look at it,'' as my bare skin shows through my blouse.With those words as a trigger, the distance between the two slowly but surely approaches zero.
