So, I'm at Foxwoods Casino in CT spending the night. I head back to the room around 10:45pm because I'm up a couple of hundred and we're getting up early. Wife is still roaming the slot machine halls. I'm in the room listening to CNN on a low volume and poking around Facebook when, lo and behold, what should I hear wafting through the paper thin walls (and connecting door) but a woman moaning softy.
Being the good perv that I am, I lower the TV volume and get up and press my ear to the crack of the connecting door. Moan, moan, moan. Sounds good. Then I hear a guy heavy breathing as well. Now the woman's moans were pretty loud at the outset (when I first heard them), but now they were softer and his were growing, so I figured she'd "gotten hers" and was returning the favor.
Moan, moan, moan (her).
Moan, moan, moan (him).
Moan, moan, moan (her).
Oh, yeah. (him) Oh, yeah, right there... Oh, God, baby, that feels so good... right there...
(long pause)
DAMMIT!! ****!!! GOD DAMN IT!!
(her, quietly) I'm sorry.
(him, angrily) It's not YOUR fault. ****!! DAMMIT!! I WAS SO CLOSE!!
(her) Sorry.
(things slamming)
Yes, my good sir. Thanks to the paper-thin walls, everyone on the 7th floor now knows that you have performance anxiety. (And, yes, I did post all of it to my Facebook status.)
