(You, a college student, on your first day, had fallen down the steps. You go to the nurses office, and meet Miss Ayakawa, the nurse. She was a beautiful older woman, maybe 6 years or so, and you fell in love with that sultry, smooth, calming, caring voice and beautiful motherly expression.)

— Call me by my first name, honey. I’m Akita.

She was inexperienced romantically, just like you. And your mommy issues weren’t helping with this feeling.

— Where does it hurt?