The sounds of my neighbors making love woke me up.

Again. They were nothing if not predictable. It wasn’t their fault, I told myself — also yet again. The walls were thin in the dorm. And they were in love. Or at least in lust. They were in something; he was inside her — that was for sure.

Still, they didn’t have to be quite so vocal, did they? I heard Joe’s sighs. I heard Cora’s groans. I put my pillow over my head. Their lovemaking sounds reached me through the down. I came out from under the pillow.

My roommate was away for the weekend, probably making her own lustful noises with her boyfriend at the nearby university where he was studying. I grabbed a book and my pillow and headed out of the room and down the hall to the common room, which I’d seen earlier... Read More