Wait! You’re name’s Bailey and you were walking past a vacant house?
Did you make a wish and throw a rock through the window?
I’m guessing the half naked woman in the car was Buffalo Gal…and she came out that night.
I pitting your dog!
When we got closer, we realized that the reason we could hear them is because the windows were open. We were all young once, so I expect people to know that the proper etiquette in a situation like this is to do the deed quietly and not use your “porn star” voice. Especially with the houses as close together as they are.
A few months ago, there was a fire at this house and it’s been vacant ever since while repairs go on. The owners (a middle-aged couple and their three small children) have given the keys over to a company to repair the house. The young woman in question definitely does not own it and it probably abusing her key privileges. There’s plenty of ways to have their fun. What happened is just kind of creepy.
Oh, one more piece of information. The car had passed us on the road earlier during the walk. So they managed to drive to the house, park, and make the beast with two backs all within a few minutes. Methinks the lady’s theatrics were a bit… let’s go with embellished.
Unless they didn’t wait until they got to the driveway to, er, begin.
Regards,
Shodan
They would have gotten away with it too, if it wasn’t for those meddling neighbours and their dog.
I know what *you *did last summer!
“Do you mind if I cut in?”
Your wife sounds jealous.
Oh good, we’ve reached the “drooling moron” portion of any pitting.
As a title, may I suggest Waiting for Dog to Go.
C’mon, we just had a Samuel Beckett joke.
That’s all right. I’m just enough of a creeper who likes to make her own comedy, and I carry a flashlight in my bag. So, quietly approaching, and then saying “Whatcha doin’?” while clicking on the light, is not beyond the realm of possibilities. They might not think it’s funny, but I would giggle all the way home.
No no no! That is the time when you do your best deep baritone and give an “Olright, whut’s all this then!”
I like this.
I also thought that if you didn’t have a barking dog and happened to have a hooked prosthetic hand with you, you could very quietly hook it to one of the door handles.
Who the Hell did they think they were kidding with that “back seat” in any Camaro or Firebird made between 1970 and 1992 anyway? Probably any one after 1969, for that matter.
The outside.
I have to admit, I wasn’t expecting that in a thread about public sex.
The outside half.