The Joy of Sex

A few nights ago David and I were coming home from a night of comedy in the wee hours of the night. As we strolled through the still darkness my ninja reflexes alerted me to sound and movement on our immediate right. My senses detected that the movement and sound came from to two different sources. The movement belonged to a squat mexican man who left an idling pick-up behind, yards away, to investigate the sound. Once noticed, he became a little embarassed. (The truck was a weakpoint as my brother considers any lonely, running vehicle an "idling opportunity.")

But we were called by the siren song of that... Noise. As we drew closer and joined the audience of the Mexically fella we realized that it was a woman having sex. Loudly. Panting and mewing. "aaHH aaHH yES yeESS... YES..." If you've ever seen an R Rated 80s movie you know the deal. Nobody has sex like that in real life. (Even in my limited experience I know that.)

Then we heard slapping. She replied, "YES" to the slapping. She sounded like she was having fun. Who knows if there was anyone else in there. We only heard her voice. It turns out that listening to people have sex while standing outside of their window, next to a Mexican guy, can get kind-of creepy really quickly. So, we gave them an ovation before we left.

We counted down from three and then clapped. David let out a "Yaaaaay." And we ran like 8 year old boys. The only problem is that it's hard to run when you're giggling. I'm pretty sure the other guy almost crashed his truck.