She moans, repeatedly. Distractions like this happen a lot, but only when I'm trying to concentrate. I am polite. I just grit my teeth and bear it, preferring instead to fume in healthy silent passive-agressive fury. Not even when party guests were urinating off the second floor deck into the garden below did I complain, but recently the neighbors finally took it too far.
Water gushing from the living room ceiling requires action.
Mag Lite flashlight, and went upstairs hot for blood. Then he slammed the door in my face. I wondered what exactly was taken care of, as I sat in my living room watching the cracks in the ceiling multiply, grow and spread, while buckets and towels scattered on the floor soaked up the water. The landlord's phone rang and rang, unanswered. The neighbors chose that moment to begin banging away again, writhing in pleasure while their bathtub runneth over.