She missed him. It was two years since that bad car accident took him away and she couldn't stop to be sad.
Every thing Sally did, looked at or listened reminded her of her lost love: the scent of his favorite strong coffee in the morning, their special love song on the radio, and his beloved scarf still dangling from the coat hanger.
One Saturday evening, the sweet young couple living near her apartment came home a little earlier than usual. They were always all lovey dovey in public and Sally really was used to it. But that evening they had a different sparkle in their eyes, they just seemed to be unable to keep their hands off each other despite being on the public street.
The girl was the first to run upstairs: Sally heard her running to their apartment's door with her usual killer high heels. Then came the boy: they stopped for a moment in what seemed an eternally long kiss, then they finally opened the door.
"Am I listening too much?" Sally asks herself. "When did I become such a nosy and intrusive douchebag? Am I perhaps jealous of their healthy, spicy love life because I...well, because I don't have a love life any more?"
The truth is, she had been for a long time insanely attracted to the young couple's passionate moans and groans, and she secretly got used to wait for them to come home only to get aroused listening to their lovemaking sounds... She even brought back out and in function that old rabbit vibrator she got as a Valentine's Day gift from her husband many years ago...
But that evening, something unusual happened. On the young couple's main window, in front of her balcony, Sally saw hanging a piece of paper saying:
"Come on, beautiful. You're invited..."
She didn't think about it twice. In a few minutes she quickly dressed up, she locked her apartment and she ran downstairs to ring at the neighbors' door...
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