i got two pale hands up against the window pane...

cookie boy, a friend of his (let's call him J), and i are standing around in my living room, making plans for the day. (to give you some background, cookie boy and i have only recently emerged from the bedroom. plus, i have a feeling that cookie boy has been complaining to J about having a sore dick.)

J: not again!
me: what?!
J: star, i know what that look means!
me: what look?!
J: i seriously feel sorry for your flatmates.
me: i'm not that bad!
J: *runs off to knock on F2's bedroom door* so, F2, do you have to listen to star and cookie boy have sex all the time?
F2: yeah. pretty much. by the way, you guys were really loud on thursday night.
me: *exchanges sheepish look with cookie boy* oh. ummm, shit, i'm sorry. it's not my fault. he's so noisy.
cb: are you sure we were having sex? maybe we were doing something else.
F2: you were definitely having sex.
cb: oh. sorry.
J:*earnestly* star, you have a sex addiction.
me: i'm sorry?!
J: you're addicted to sex! it's a serious condition you know. i think you should consider it.
me: errr... i really don't think i have an addiction.
J: i actually think you do, you know.

later that same day, we are sitting around playing cards when we run out of drinks. J offers to go down the street to buy some more. the door hasn't even closed before cookie boy has his dick out and we are fucking.