Last night
Friday night, what am I doing? I am sitting on the couch with my laptop watching TV (Who wants to be millionaire celebrity night) and I am chatting to some Bookcrossers and reading the BC forum. Later just as the last guy is actually winning the million, I am standing in front of my bookshelf and rearranging some books, choosing some for the next meetup on Tuesday, trying to fit in some more books that I recently bought. I'm not complaining, actually I had perfectly nice evening.
But when I stood there sorting books, what did I hear through the wall? My neighbours having sex. Seriously. Loud sex. Moaning. Dirty talk. Butt cheek slapping!
And I am rearranging my books.
P.S.: I am using the term "wall" loosely here, it is apparently made of thin paper and I am surprised I never see my neighbours' shadows.
But when I stood there sorting books, what did I hear through the wall? My neighbours having sex. Seriously. Loud sex. Moaning. Dirty talk. Butt cheek slapping!
And I am rearranging my books.
P.S.: I am using the term "wall" loosely here, it is apparently made of thin paper and I am surprised I never see my neighbours' shadows.