Hello, Walls...

The walls had many sordid tales to share. In its rich history, it had seen many new residents. As for what the walls, door, and floors of the second story walk-up went through...

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK; BANG, BANG, BANG!

The walls silently heaved with overabuse. A picture was being hung by another resident.

BLAM! BLAM! (pause) BLAM! BLAM!

The newest occupants were hanging a flag. All of the while as the new residents wouldn't quit hammering on the walls, they kept squealing, screeching, and giggling at one another over teen pop. The tools provided the more comforting noise. Swell; the newest residents were sorority hopefuls.

Suddenly, a hammer hit the linoleum floor. The walls wondered what the floor would have to say about that .

The over-produced teen pop racket abruptly quieted. The walls might have sighed in relief; except...

"PARTY TONIGHT, GIRLS!" the ringleader shrieked at such a decibel that she wasn't convinced that the music was off.

Three other voices all squealed their rapturous approval of the evening's soiree. The walls felt a brand new crack developing. Then, the quartet of coeds clomped down the stairs together.

KERSLAM!

...Certainly, the door had seen as much flagrant disregard as the walls and floors. The AC kicked on in the empty apartment in the late August afternoon. The blast of air through the antique pipes caused the walls to heave. Perhaps a little maintenance (and regard from residents) was in order...

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The teen pop blared again. The shrieking "wooos!" competed with masculine grunts. The body of people gyrating around the rental unit would have been more appropriate for a larger dance club with a much better sound and lighting system.

The celebrants included sorority sisters that the pledges wanted to impress and boys that the girls really wanted to impress. Bodies bounced up against the walls and floor.

As the hour grew later, Alexia Anderson was escorted off to her own bedroom...

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The bedposts rattled against the walls over the din of hushed whispers between the illicit couple. The pair was alone; Marcus Silver liked it.

Then, suddenly, what was "fun" for both participants was no longer so fun for one...

"No; stop; please." Lexie pleaded in quiet discomfort.

Marcus was of no mind to pay attention.

"STOP!" Lexie repeated more forcefully; then, when his intentions became clearer and she felt more foolish: "PLEASE; HELP! SOMEBODY...!"

Marcus had taken Lexie off to her bedroom to claim his prize. If her walls could talk, would they have some stories to share...!

At some point, first, one of Marcus's basketball teammates wondered where he was on behalf of one of the cheerleaders. Meanwhile, Nicole Withers first realized that Lexie had been missing from their own party...

Finally, Nicole got the bright idea to check Lexie's room.

She clicked open the door, gasped, and backed out, mortified. By all evidence, it looked like the couple had fallen asleep together. If Lexie's bedroom walls could talk, their story would be markedly different...