[Fox Mulder]

Long ago I was banging away one morning with a girlfriend in a Seattle motel room. I guess I was sufficiently pleasing her as she was getting more vocal than usual. Out of the corner of my eye through the curtain I saw movement. The morning sun caught the silhouette of the motel maid who had been pushing her cart... on the way to clean the rooms of the early checkouts. When she heard my girlfriend's moans she stopped her cart and stood there, obviously listening. I pointed this out to my girlfriend. She grinned devilishly and proceeded to wail like a banshee. I began thrusting into her hard enough to nearly break the bed. I added animal-like growls and grunts to the listening experience. It took a few minutes, but the maid finally moved on. We collapsed into laughter. Afterwards, as we were finally checking out of our room, we saw the maid...probably mid fifties. She glared at us in disapproval, no doubt figuring we'd left her some wet, sloppy mess to pick up after. Not so. We had stripped the offending sheets and left them in a pile at the foot of the bed. As for the rest of the room...well, we were clean guests. It was probably the easiest room she had to clean all day.