The Girl Living on the Floor Above
Something woke me up in the middle of the night. I looked around, then focused my eyes on the clock. 1:13 a.m. My first reaction was to curse, which I accompanied with a yawn. A noise from above had wakened me. I didn’t know why I was so sure, but I was. A nice looking girl named Jessica lives in the flat above me. She is 21. I closed my eyes, trying not to think about anything, ready to fall asleep again. A moan came from above. There was a seductive tinge in it, pain and pleasure mixed together. For all I knew she was single, but obviously I was wrong. I heard shuffling, then another, more persistent moan. The moan quickly turned into a series of quiet gasps, which started to fray my nerves. …