By this time, I had settled my uncertainty and anger, and I had, for the most part, decided that I was done being stuck in the middle of this little play, and I was, most assuredly, done with being the nice guy.
I decided to be evil, for a change.
I knocked on the door, with the sounds of moaning and groaning still emanating from the open window. The sounds stopped.
And then started back up again.
Hmmmm. That was interesting.
I knocked again, and this time Julia, wearing a big shit-eating grin and a bathrobe, came to the door.
“What?”
“You are aware that the window is open and I can hear Lindsey and her little friend having sex.”
“Uhhh…oops…” she said as the size of her smile increases. She came outside to smoke. Her new boyfriend, Luke, decided to join her.
Julia relayed to me that she was no longer a virgin. While Lindsey and her random boy-toy were on the couch, going at it like monkeys, Julia and Luke were in the other room, doing the same.
Let me describe to you for a second the layout of these apartments. The living room is connected via a very short hallway to the dining room. Turning a corner will take you to the bedroom. Going straight and hanging a right through an archway will take you to the kitchen. There are only doors to the bedroom and bathroom, and everything else is open and visible.
Visible. Hmmm. This means that Julia, who had taken up residence in the dining room (her bed was there), and was boinking her guy, had a perfectly clear view of Lindsey, on the couch in the living room, who was boinking her guy, through the wide open hallway.
That’s when, in my mind, things had turned absolutely frickin’ strange, and it was time to get the hell out of the situation. They didn’t need my help anymore.
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