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Originally Posted by Katipan
huh.
At 3 in the morning, my b/f and I were awoken with the repeated bangings of a headboard on the wall. Our nifty neighbors were at it. I knocked on the wall... Nicely. And someone must have put a pillow behind the board or something because the banging stopped.
Course at this point we're awake and can hear every little sound. But I'm hardly going to begrudge some springs squeeking. It's cute in some weird voyeuristic way... hearing his rhythm or lack thereof, but the chick was far more fascinating.
"You like that. Yes you do. Whose is it? huh? huh? You like that? Yes. It's mine. Give it to me. Give it. yes yes yes."
Bitch had a running demanding dominatrix type monologue the entire time. The guy would grunt but otherwise we didn't hear anything from him. We heard the climax and we heard the duck waddle to the bathroom.
This morning I passed said chick in the hall. Tiny little thing that looks like she's scared of her own shadow. I guarantee if I had said "boo" she would have peed her pants.
I'm convinced I know nothing about women.
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If you can hear that much, that really sucks. I'd think about moving.