Here we go again, I think sitting up in bed, No 106 is at it again.
It starts like it always does: him bellowing, calling her a slut, her slamming doors, telling him to get out.
Muffled talk from her kitchen…Then the rhythmic squeaking of the bed.
Her loud, raw moans entice me to reach into my pyjama bottoms.
I’ve seen her before, a pretty little blonde thing. This guy only comes for the night sometimes. Haven’t seen him yet.
Do they know about the paper thin walls? My suspicion grows every week; they do.
Time to introduce myself.
