Three years after my mother passed away, my father always brought his mistress home every Friday night. At the same time as I was troubled by my father's woman who piled up my body without worrying about me, I began to secretly admire him. Then, on a Friday when a large typhoon hit, my father's woman came as usual while being hit by a torrential downpour. The train stopped and my father couldn't go home from work, so I ended up spending the night alone with my father's woman who was soaked.
