Please not again


Well I didn’t think it was possible I would have to go through it again.

It sounded like the gentle rattle of my windows.then there was a squeak. I was fully awake now, confused by what I was hearing.

There was no wind.my window wasn’t rattling. It was my neighbor’s bed.

The bed squeaked again fell silent.

I groaned into my pillow, not wanting to picture what I had concluded.

The creepy old guy upstairs was getting laid?

They were  champions at being super quiet, because the walls in Jordan’s apartment are so thin, I could hear almost every word they say if they are in the bedroom.

It must have been why all of Jordan’s neighbors moved out! 

They couldn’t get any sleep with them fucking all the time 😂


2 thoughts on “Please not again

  1. omgoodness!!! I am sorry, dear, but I laughed. Even creepy old guys need lovin! I wonder if your land lord would spring for cork walls and floors or some sort of sound barrier?

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