“Excuuuuuse me?” Napoleon moaned as he rolled away from his latest lovely paramour.
“Did I say something wrong?” The poor girl felt blindsided.
“No no, not you...it’s them,” he whispered.
“Them who?” She raised her voice. “Wait you’re not one of those pervs who lets people watch while you have sex?”
“Shush! Keep your voice down. It’s not like that, it’s...hard to explain.”
She slipped from the bed, quickly dressing herself before she stormed out the door.
Solo looked upwards, exasperated.
“Can’t you give a guy a bit of privacy once in a while?”