CHAPTER 10 - Sex with the fireman part 1

**MARIA ALICE

Sleep.

Yeah, I said I’ve been missing it for the last few weeks, which is before my wretched neighbor moved into the apartment next to mine.

Why can’t I sleep?

Because the unfortunate put his bed on the same wall as mine, that is, the man every day brings women different from each other and spends the night and the whole night fucking.

And consequently, I am obliged to hear the groans, outrageous screams, and the fucking bed banging against my wall, the worst is that I need to wake up early the next morning because I work in another city far from where I live.

The traffic every morning doesn’t help either, so I wake up earlier than usual to go to work, but sleeping only two or three hours a day makes my life worse.

I do not know the bastard and have not had the opportunity to see him since we have always missed each other, but every night I control myself not to knock on his door and ask to buy a silent bed or cover the woman’s mouth when you are having sex.

I’ve been in control since he moved out, my complaint would turn into a complete shack since I have no patience with any man.

The problem worsens when in my walk resides only me, the wretched eater, and Lord John, a master’s love for which I have empathy and friendship.

But I doubt that an elderly man of almost eighty years would battery at the neighbor’s door and ask the man to turn down the volume of private whoring.

The damn fate seemed to give me a trip when I found out in the worst shameful way that the neighbor eater was a hot fireman.

NIGHT BEFORE...

After a relaxing bath and a box of pizza food, I take my kitten Meow and take him to bed where I share with him every day.

I have a bad history of living with men, so only he can have the pleasure of sharing a bed with me.

Meow settles on my feet over the blanket and lies in the way he likes, smiles, and does the same, my exhausted body thanks me when I lay my head on the soft pillow and cover the body with warm blankets.

I close my eyes and I’m almost asleep when the worst happens again:

TUUM!
TUUM!
TUUM!

I take the pillow and choke my face against it by releasing a loud and angry cry, punching the poor listening to the usual and destructive sounds of my nights.

“That’s it! Eat me like that, Enzo!"

“What a nice dick!"

Angry grunt throwing the pillow away when I get up scaring even the poor kitten that runs from me, I put on my slippers and crazy way through the room listening to the noise of the neighbor’s bed hitting against my wall.

I stare at the fucking wall with my eyes boiling with anger and lose control when even my paintings start to shake and fall to the ground.
I run and take a picture of my parents who were hanging on a wall, but which is now broken due to falling on the floor, I get up and with blood boiling in my veins I punch the wall and scream:

“Some people work early and need rest, damn!", they appear to have heard my cries when the wall stops shaking.

I’m almost smiling when silence reigns in the room again but widens my eyes when the noise gets louder and louder after my complaint.

“Fucker, eater!", I scream at the top of my lungs.

I know I could take the pillows and blankets and sleep peacefully on the sofa in the living room, but the problem is that I asked them to take the sofa to wash yesterday after my beautiful kitten freaked out and peed in my beloved upholstery.

But I am in my apartment and my space, it is he who must respect the neighbors with loud noises that start at night and stop only at dawn.

I turn the room looking for earplugs, but I grumble when I find only cotton balls, I face the soft object in my hands rolling my eyes for not having a quiet night’s sleep in my own home.

Although tomorrow is Saturday, I want to sleep early, my body is begging for rest and I do not know if I can stand more hours awake.

“Fuck me hard!"

“ENZOOOO!!!"

“God, damn it!", I swear after hearing the victim’s hysterical screams that night.

I have no choice, I fill my ears with cotton, but even that is not able to muffle or reduce loud noises.

Make no mistake, I’ve heard all kinds of different moans, voices, and screams through that wall, this man brings a different woman every night and sometimes I wonder where he finds so much energy and fire like that.

The fucking man is a sex machine!

I don’t know if the screams are loaded with exaggerations, but anyone who hears should imagine that the man has a powerful and otherworldly cock, a human”machine of female orgasms.

But I don’t want to know, I just want a good night’s sleep.

Running away irritated, I remove all the covers from the bed, throw the pillows and the other pillow in the pile of clothes and start trying to pull the mattress out of the bed.

But even the object does not seem to collaborate with me when I feel the weight of the queen mattress I bought, but at this moment I regret having chosen such a heavy and huge.

“Shit!", I curse myself for not being able to drag a simple heavy mattress to the room where I intended to sleep.

I drop everything in the same place, take the covers and pillows and arrange them on the rug shaggy and hard on the floor of the room, my god, I look like some kind of animal and it drives me crazy.

I cover my head with the blanket trying to think of something other than my neighbor fucking a few meters from me, think of my day off the next morning, and finally start closing my eyes slowly.