It seemed like it was months since they last made love. True, passionate love. The kind of love that would cause a person to walk funny for the next few days. But tonight was the night. All those bottled up emotions were released in every powerful thrust. The box springs squeaked with unbridled fury. The headboard pounded against the wall. They were no longer civilized human beings. They were animals, wild animals. They had lost the ability to speak. All they could do was express their love through various grunts and moans. And I, I was there beneath them, lying in my own bed, a book in my hands and my eyes on the words before me. But I found my mind wandering, fantasizing, dreaming of being in that room above me, with only one objective on my mind: I would run up to that bed, raise my trusty bullhorn to my lips and shout, “Shut the fuck up! I’m trying to read! Jeeze, have some fucking goddamn courtesy!” And then, of course, I would run like hell.
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