MysteriousEmber
This story is MXM as well as humour, if you don't like the genre then please move on.
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"Seriously"?.
Thump thump thump.
"Again"?.
Thump thump thump "PORTIAAAAAAAA", "OH OH TAAAAAARQUIN"........
"Oh fucking SHUT UP".
Dave Nix, head in hands, lay back on his pillows and stared up at the hairline crack in the ceiling, the more he focussed, the more he swore it was getting longer.
"TARQUIN OH YES YES, AAAAaaaaaaah".
"PORTIA DAAAAARLING, UUuuuuuhhhhh".
Creak thump crack, "AAAH".
Silence.
"FUCKING FINALLY". Dave groaned as yet another sleepless interlude came to an end.
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Daves snobby upstairs neighbours can't keep their pants on, straight in the door and straight into bed, a bed that just happens to be right above his head, in the flat upstairs.
A bed that hits the wall, creaks, groans and, Dave swears, will fall through the ceiling one day, still with Tarquin and Portia in it.
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"Have you tried banging on the ceiling with a broom"?.
"Not helpful Tone".
"Just a thought".
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Do not plagerise my work, I don't do it to others.
This story is fiction, any similarities to real events is coincidence.