I couldn't understand what he was trying to say. What was that noise? Was there a freaking drum circle somewhere nearby? "What would you like to tell me, Hugh?" I said to him, batting my eyelashes, playing the coquette. He smiled, took my hands in his and opened his mouth again. Bum, bum, bum, bum. What was that drum circle doing? I looked around the near empty park. Lovers sat under trees, family picnics were nearby, and an artist was painting on his easel. Where was this drumming coming from? "Hugh? What is going on?" Hugh leaned towards me and in a husky woman's voice said: "Ohhh, yes. Yes. Harder." What? What the hell was that? Not that I wasn't into Hugh saying that to me, but I would have assumed his voice would be different. Also, I thought there would be a bit more foreplay before we got into this sort of territory. "Harder, Gaines. Faster." What? Who was Gaines? And why does Hugh want him over me? I awoke to hear my roommate getting plowed like a field in spring and her bed beating a steady rhythm against the wall of our apartment bedroom.
