"It is the recording studio in the library basement," I said. "I have the combination. It is lockable, out of the way, and unless it has been scheduled, by musicians, early on a Sunday morning, it will be free for a good long while. No one goes in without an appointment, except for deliveries on weekday mornings. And best of all, it's soundproofed!" I finished brightly.
"Soundproofed?" Bridget said, askance.
"Yeah, of course. It is in the library, I mean."
"That is the best thing about it?"
"Sure. Come on. Girls are loud during s*x. We really don't want to get caught."
I've gotten pretty experienced by now. Why was I still getting these looks all the time?
We found ourselves trying to stroll but at an almost ridiculous-looking pace. We giggled about it and tried to slow down.
"Hey!
