Step One; Don't Fall
“It’s two-thirty. I have morning practice at six-thirty. Some of us need actual sleep instead of listening to you fake orgasms through the wall.”
“I don’t fake them.” She sounds so fucking proud of herself, grinning. “That was one hundred percent real. Guy had excellent stamina and knew exactly how to…”
“Stop.” I hold up a hand, but the corner of my mouth twitches.
Of course Sue notices. Her grin widens, and she launches into this exaggerated retelling of the night, complete with the silly voices and wild gestures, describing how the guy nearly tripped over his jeans during a failed sexy striptease.