The people downstairs have orgasms
Mar. 26th, 2004 09:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zdashamberI'm just mentioning that. There's a lightwell in the midst of the four flats that make up this building, so the downstairs bathrooms can be vented. The other window on the lightwell downstairs leads to one of the bedrooms. I know, because both flats were renting at the same time, and we toured the flat immediately below ours first. It's got a truly horrific floorplan--but I'm getting away from the point, which is that sometimes loud noises from below carry very well, and that among these noises are the occasional orgasm.
And I'm talking full-fledged When-Harry-Met-Sally stuff. The first time this happened, my thought was Um, maybe she's watching a movie? Or working on lines for a play...? This does not, however, seem likely.
So: the teakettle gives its first musing cheep, "I'm considering perhaps screaming at the top of my lungs... Yes, that does sound rather appealing, come to mention it..." By that time I'm out of my desk chair, leaping to the kitchen, feet carefully skipping the (possibly slippery) linoleum, toes touching down on the 8 spots in those three rooms with the best footing to bend my course around the intervening furniture...
And cutting the kettle's career as a murder victim short, I wonder if maybe my gazelle-like landings are heard downstairs as elephantine thumps.
But, I think, whatever. The people downstairs have orgasms.
And I'm talking full-fledged When-Harry-Met-Sally stuff. The first time this happened, my thought was Um, maybe she's watching a movie? Or working on lines for a play...? This does not, however, seem likely.
So: the teakettle gives its first musing cheep, "I'm considering perhaps screaming at the top of my lungs... Yes, that does sound rather appealing, come to mention it..." By that time I'm out of my desk chair, leaping to the kitchen, feet carefully skipping the (possibly slippery) linoleum, toes touching down on the 8 spots in those three rooms with the best footing to bend my course around the intervening furniture...
And cutting the kettle's career as a murder victim short, I wonder if maybe my gazelle-like landings are heard downstairs as elephantine thumps.
But, I think, whatever. The people downstairs have orgasms.