It's late.
I just got back from my friends 5th annual Rib-Fest. They throw this party every year in August and invite their closest friends to go to their place in Burnaby for booze, bocce, music, bbq'd ribs, homemade corn fritters and coleslaw. She empties out their car-port, and hangs hundreds of lights, rents tables, chairs, plates, cutlery and such from a local catering company, He is relegated to cooking about 50 lbs of ribs for us freeloaders, and a good time is had by all. It was a beautiful day; hot, sunny, and basically the standard end of August weekend day that you long about (also knowing there will be slabs of ribs on the barbie in a couple of hours...).
By the time I got home, it was a very quiet night in the West End; no traffic noise, and my windows were open, and while I was walking through my kitchen and about to turn on the lights, I heard the "Ohmygods" & moans coming from the apartment next door. Yes, my neighbor was fucking his girlfriend again, and judging by the sounds emanating from their open bedroom window (which is about 2 feet from my open kitchen window) they were apparently setting at least a couple of world records in what could only be construed as some quite vigorous, imaginative, (and quite possibly illegal in several southern U.S. states) sex.
Part of me chuckled at this, and I was about to close the windows, and go to bed. But then another part of me soon took over, and I stood there exercising my (unexpected) inner voyeur. I noticed two floors beneath me, the hot, blond neighbor who had moved in a couple of months ago with her boyfriend. Her apartment lights were off, and she was leaning out her window smoking a cigarette, and was obviously listening to the same things I (and everyone else within a 400 yard radius) was. I watched as she almost wistfully exhaled the smoke onto the glowing tip of her cigarette. We both watched the smoke go out of her lungs, and into the air, to be mixed in with the sounds echoing off the adjacent buildings.
I just got back from my friends 5th annual Rib-Fest. They throw this party every year in August and invite their closest friends to go to their place in Burnaby for booze, bocce, music, bbq'd ribs, homemade corn fritters and coleslaw. She empties out their car-port, and hangs hundreds of lights, rents tables, chairs, plates, cutlery and such from a local catering company, He is relegated to cooking about 50 lbs of ribs for us freeloaders, and a good time is had by all. It was a beautiful day; hot, sunny, and basically the standard end of August weekend day that you long about (also knowing there will be slabs of ribs on the barbie in a couple of hours...).
By the time I got home, it was a very quiet night in the West End; no traffic noise, and my windows were open, and while I was walking through my kitchen and about to turn on the lights, I heard the "Ohmygods" & moans coming from the apartment next door. Yes, my neighbor was fucking his girlfriend again, and judging by the sounds emanating from their open bedroom window (which is about 2 feet from my open kitchen window) they were apparently setting at least a couple of world records in what could only be construed as some quite vigorous, imaginative, (and quite possibly illegal in several southern U.S. states) sex.
Part of me chuckled at this, and I was about to close the windows, and go to bed. But then another part of me soon took over, and I stood there exercising my (unexpected) inner voyeur. I noticed two floors beneath me, the hot, blond neighbor who had moved in a couple of months ago with her boyfriend. Her apartment lights were off, and she was leaning out her window smoking a cigarette, and was obviously listening to the same things I (and everyone else within a 400 yard radius) was. I watched as she almost wistfully exhaled the smoke onto the glowing tip of her cigarette. We both watched the smoke go out of her lungs, and into the air, to be mixed in with the sounds echoing off the adjacent buildings.
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