I have a woman I love who I've decided to marry. She is kind, good-natured, older than me, and in love with me. And, of course, she has big boobs. This is important. And she adores me and is proud of me. I'm a little worried about her getting any undesirable lovers. Work is going well. We finally bought an apartment for the three of us to live together. I can work hard if I think of it as a way to support my beloved family. Smooth sailing, full of happiness, newlywed life begins! Or at least it was supposed to be...