Three years after my mother passed away, my father started bringing his mistress into the house every Friday night. - While I was troubled by my father's woman, who didn't care if I was there and piled into her, I secretly began to admire her. - Then, one Friday, when a large typhoon hit, my father's woman came as usual, despite the heavy rain. - The train stopped and my father was unable to return home from work, so I ended up spending the night alone with my father's drenched woman.