Three years after my mother passed away, my old man started bringing his mistress home every Friday night. Even if I was there, they would go at it without a care in the world. I was both troubled and secretly infatuated with this woman. One Friday when a massive typhoon hit, she showed up as usual amidst the heavy rain. The trains stopped running, and my old man couldn't make it back from work, so I ended up spending the night alone with his drenched mistress…
