Year of the Boar, Eighth Month, Day 18.

When I woke this morning, it was with the memory of what passed the night before last... I still do not know who she was. I also do not know how it was that she came to my bed without either Atsuko or Nanami knowing anything. Neither of them have said anything about it and so I can only conclude that they had left me. But why? Why would they leave me alone knowing that I had taken so ill and that Shigeru was here...? Nothing about it makes sense... I am starting to wonder whether I imagined her but that does not make any sense either. In my wildest dreams, I could not have imagined it thus. So... soft... so gentle... so ... consuming... I could never have dreamt of that pressure that built inside me as her fingers touched me so intimately... and I certainly could not have conceived of the explosion of bliss I felt.

It shames me to think that I am so... uneducated in matters of the bedroom... of how my fearful whimpers and hesitation must have sounded to her as she kissed me in places no one has ever touched. If I had known such ... pleasure existed, perhaps I would have had a weapon against Shigeru's advances but all I knew was how his touch revolted me...

I must find out who she is...