When my wife and I were dating she lived in a basement suite of a 2 story house. She had 1/2 the basement, the ground floor was another suite and the 2nd storey was another suite - so a total of 4 suites in this old house. On the ground floor was an obviously mentally handicapped 30ish man. Had red hair and very thick lense glasses. There were people that would come every day to check on him. I think he was in a program like "support for independent living" where someone comes by every day to look in on him. So after a couple weeks we noticed that he has a girlfriend who appears to be similarly handicapped and thought "awe, how cute" We frequently saw them coming and going but they're very quiet. Never heard a peep out of them.
So one day after work I stop in on my way home. We're in her basement suite when a bed starts squeaking upstairs and soon it gets louder and quicker. My wife grabs a broom handle and starts beating on the ceiling thinking they're bouncing a ball or something. By now it sounds like they are going at with wild abandon and trying to walk the bed across the floor. Wife says jeeezuz what the hell are they doing up there? I look at her incredulously and ask "what do you think they're doing?" It was then that it dawned on her. THEYRE HAVING SEX!!?!! She was so red faced and embarrassed. Because she never imagined handicapped people having sex. Hey everybody needs love right?
30yrs later I still bug her about her upstairs neighbor.
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