"You and your girl were pretty loud last night," I ask.
"What girl," Ben responds.
"The one you had screaming all night," I laugh at his modesty.
"I'm a virgin, I didn't have any girls over at all," he says in a deadpan voice.
I know for a fact I heard a man and woman going at it last night. Rather intensely at that. Passionate moans, and maybe growling. Not too many words. We were the only ones in the suite last night. I spent the night playing Red Dead Redemption: Undead Nightmare. I know it wasn't me. Someone in this apartment was having sex in here for sure. Everyone else had gone home for the three day weekend.
Ben was a secretive kid, no doubt about that. I knew he liked computers and theater. Not much else about him. But he really can't lie to my face about this. Can he? Someone was having sex in there last night. I had to put on headphones so I could concentrate on the game. It's nothing to be ashamed of, unless he's some super religious guy or something.
"Oh wait, I was watching porn. I probably forgot to disconnect from my bluetooth speaker," he casually says before strolling out of the kitchen.
That was a lot of porn, is the only thing I can think of. Did he sit and watch an entire video from start to finish? Is he the kind of guy that watches three hour videos and leaves comments. Am I living with a serial killer? Note to self, never start the conversation with Ben.
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