"What's that noise?" asked Kathy. I followed her gaze up to the ceiling. The muffled sound of men's voices could be heard.

"Sounds like a bunch of guys up there," I answered.

She put on her Incredulous Kathy Face, the one where she tilts her head, opens wide her eyes, and forms a perfect O with her mouth, as if she just saw a monkey crawl out of Jude Law's butt. "A bunch of guys?!"

"Sure, a bunch of guys," I repeated. "Together, in a room, at a bed & breakfast…"

"Oh my!" Kathy bounced on the bed and pondered the thought.

We both sat silently and listened. There was laughter amidst the discussion. She put on her Attentive Kathy Face, the one where she furrows her brow, curls her lips almost to a pout, and lowers her head, as if she's trying to hear an ant sneeze.

"Maybe they're doing a bachelor party," she offered.

"At a bed & breakfast?" I asked.

"Hmm. Not exactly Las Vegas, huh?" she wondered, eyes still on the ceiling. Then we heard a door slam and footsteps on the stairs. Kathy got up and peered out the window. "Looks like one of them is leaving. And… his face is all red."

"He must be flush with activity," I said as I scratched my chin.

"Oh my…" She leaned back onto the bed. "That sucks that these walls are so thin. I can almost hear what they're saying."

"Tell me about it." I crawled over to her. "If those guys start making noises that we shouldn't be hearing, that's sure going to kill the mood for this Valentine's weekend…"

"Oh… my…" she sighed as she put on her Resigned Kathy Face, the one where her eyes trail to the ground, her lips drop, and her eyebrows sag, as if she just dropped her People Magazine in a river and was watching it float away.

. . .

Have you ever heard anything you shouldn't have (or wished you didn't)?