I woke up to the sound of the blonde upstairs getting fucked. It all sounded familiar. The rhythmic thudding of the bed against the floor, the occasional moan loud enough to travel through it, and how near the end there was the higher pitched knocking of the headboard hitting the wall; before silence and then a little later, his deeper gasping, nearly a whisper the way I heard it; then footsteps, and--goddamnit--if I had wanted to take a hot shower I should have done it before now, because they're going to be in there for the next hour and a half.