And who, by the way, at the moment surely had other gods – read: Shane – before Him, Carmen thought, chuckling to herself.

Boo-Bump! Bump-Bump-Bump!

Carmen rubbed her eyes under her specs, arching her eyebrows. The girls had indeed a very good sense of rhythm. She cleared her throat, loudly, knowing well that it was useless.

“Ah-eehm!!”.

Bump!

“Girls! Please!”, Carmen yelled exasperated from her desk.

“Oh please, please yes! Yes!! Yes!!!”, the woman replied from beyond the wall.

Carmen winced. She figured out that the girl would repeat whatever word she would say, and with a pornographic meaning. She glanced back at the book of English Poetry and finally, stood up.

She paced her apartment rapidly and opened the door, landing on the corridor. There, the noises were even louder and Carmen realized that the couple was probably fucking in the hallway. Or worse. Maybe they were even fucking against the door.

“Oh well”, she considered, pensively, tilting her head and stopping right in front of apartment 79.

She knocked on the door, rapidly and lightly. Her well-mannered knocking, Carmen realized, was completely annihilated by their own, personal one.

Carmen grimaced in embarrassment and threw her hands in the air, defeated. No. She couldn’t. That definitely wasn’t about to work.

Sighing heavily, she came back to her apartment, grabbed the book from the desk and got out of the door again.

”…Blurring and stirring the truth and the lies,
So I don’t know what’s real and what’s not.
Always confusing the thoughts in my head,
So I can’t trust myself anymore…”

***

Forty-five minutes later, Shane was observing Carrie zipping up her miniskirt. The girl’s skin, still partly naked, was covered with a thin layer of sweat and was glowing in the dim light of the night. Carrie tossed her head back, trying to free her face from the wild strands of her hair, and smiled at Shane.

“It’s been…”, she struggled to find the words but she probably wasn’t very gifted verbally, because she ended shrugging and trailing off.

From the couch, Shane narrowed her eyes and took a drag from her cigarette. She was completely uninterested in what Carrie had or didn’t have to say.

Shane’s button down shirt was still open over her breasts, but her breath was regular and calm. She blinked at the woman when she reached for her purse, that lied abandoned on the carpet, and stood up again.