The Lady is a Tramp...

Okay, so I'm sitting there last night, minding my own business and reading The Enemy by Lee Child - a great book, by the way - when I hear this noise.  At first I thought Aggie was snoring, as she is sometimes wont to do.  I patted her on the head and she looked up at me with her little pink tongue poking out of her mouth, as if to say, "What'd you wake me up for, Mom?"  Not Aggie - sorry about that, baby girl.  I still heard the noise.  I listened for a little bit longer to determine where the noise was coming from and I realized that it was coming from the other side of the wall behind my sofa - where the back building stairs are.  It was a female voice and it got louder and well, more pornographic.  I looked at the clock on the stove; it was 10:45 pm.  Was I hearing things or could Miss PD and her paramour - he of just how many knocks I am not sure - really be, you know, on the back stairs?  It wasn't my upstairs neighbors on their porch - the sound was coming from the stairs on the other side of my living room wall.  When I went to my door, the sound got louder; this trollop was definitely on the back stairs with Mr. KnockKnock Whomever.  I mean, honestly - have some people no shame?  Or dignity?  Then a hilarious thought hit me: suppose she gets knocked up by Mr. KnockKnock?  Yes, I am definitely glad I am moving on Saturday.