Three years after my mother passed away, my father started bringing his mistress home every Friday night. I was troubled by my father's woman, who would sleep with me even when I was there, but at the same time, I secretly began to admire her. Then, one Friday, when a large typhoon hit, my father's woman arrived as usual, despite the heavy rain that was pouring sideways. The trains were stopped and my father couldn't get home from work, so I ended up spending the night alone with my father's woman, who was soaking wet...