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A dance class that I have been attending for a year. I started having an affair with my classroom teacher about three months after I started attending. Although he was more than a year younger than me, his demeanor that allowed him to treat older women and his thoughtfulness in treating women as members of the opposite sex healed me when I was tired of housework. The day we left the hotel together... my son saw the whole story. My son speaks less at home and no longer uses chopsticks for my home-cooked meals. I don't even try to make eye contact. I'm the one to blame. I am a dirty mother. When telling the end of the affair, the instructor demands a hush fee. We need money that disappears from darkness into darkness. [* There is some disturbance in the image and sound]