So, I walked away, crossing the room and leaving through the far door. There was a small cloakroom, with a toilet and basin, and a rack of skimpy clothes to one side. And there was one chair. I sat there and waited. Not long after, the sound of s*x became apparent. Like I've told you, like I would discover for myself in just a few hours, Lucy was noisy when she f****d. It built up, slowly at first, but soon it was rising in pitch and intensity. She moaned and yelped and screamed. Panting and wailing. A banshee's cry. I could hear the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. I could hear both of them, spouting the most disgusting filth. Lots of 'f**k mes' and 'yeses' and 'harders' could be heard. I stood up, reached out to open the door, then stopped myself. I leant my head against the wall,
