Chapter TWO
Bedsprings moaned a lustful song of body movement. Denise's sleep-tousled head twisted and faced the thin wall of her small bedroom. But the creaking bed continued its erotic chant and its image of a man and woman, f*****g. Denise curled her body in a bent position, drawing her knees high in a manner that seemed meant to restrain some inner spasms of sexuality. Then, in a quick movement she rolled to her stomach, half-awake - wondering why the rhythms of the bed's movement had not been changed by her new position. The sound continued. But soon, its repetitive rhythm brought full wakefulness to Denise. She remained very still and listened, slightly shocked that the sound had not come from her own bed, but was instead the evidence of f*****g in the neighboring apartment. For a m
