Seeing my subordinate smile happily as he said, "Tomorrow's my wedding," I suddenly had an overwhelming urge to destroy that happiness... On the way back from a business trip to the countryside, I deliberately got him drunk on wine so he'd miss the last train, and then led him to a hotel room where he'd have to share a room. I lulled him into a false sense of security by saying, "I'll sleep on the sofa," and while he was on the phone with his wife, I began a merciless leg assault with my sweaty, black-pantyhose-clad feet, which had been walking around all day...