One night, I was in the backyard, and they were screwing up a storm in the back bedroom. The windows were wide open and for some reason, it echoes. I don't leave. I kind of like listening to him go on and on like that. I just kind of sit in the dark and laugh.
They do this about once a week, like clockwork. I am beginning to think they are putting on a show for me.
Sometimes, though, when I REALLY don't want to listen to someone else having really wonderful sex, but must sit in my own backyard, it really fucking irks me.