"Excuse me," He swung open the door to reception and the old man looked up from his binder. "Yes, Mister Sigman?"

- "I'm tryin' to get the air conditioning unit to work, but it doesn't seem to be gettin' colder. Mind if...?" He pointed back with his thumb. "Of course, of course, sir." Mister Jindal exited his booth and hurried to Room 26 with the guest close behind. With the screwdriver in his pocket, Mister Jindal got to work. "Do the air units always break down in this place?" The guest watched as he worked. "Unfortunately, Mister Sigman,"

- "David is fine, sir."

- "Yes, of course. Well, our air conditioning systems are quite old. My motel isn't exactly very profitable, but I am quite handy with a tool," He chuckles as he works. "Least' that's good. Unlike your guests here. Quite rude, I'd say. Guess the sun don't agree with 'em." He said referring to Genevieve. "Rude? Oh, I'm sure it is nothing. I know all of my guests."

- "Even the brunette next door then?" Mister Jindal laughs lightly  "I see now. Don't mind Miss Garcia. She is a friend to my family. Every summer's end, she comes and stays at my motel. In room 26, too. Every year. She is just upset she wasn't able to get it this year."

- "That so?" David tilts his head.  Mister Jindal climbs down the ladder and exhales as he dusts his hands. "Her family would always come to my motel during the Labor Day weekend and book this very room. That was a long time ago." He says sadly. "I see. And so she refuses to break tradition then, huh?"

- "That's right. Miss Garcia is a very stubborn, young lady. Well, the air conditioner should be working now. If that will be all, Mister Sigman, I shall be on my way,"
- "Yeah, thanks, Mister." Mister Jindal bowed his head politely and exited the room. David closed the door and turned to the wall that separated him and Genevieve. Hearing about her quirky tradition almost made him regret booking this room, but he quickly shook off the guilty feeling and crawled onto the bed to watch some television.

    Genevieve hopped into the shower after unpacking and washed off the desert dust from her skin. She was in a foul mood as her mind continued to drift to the thought of her being a wall away from her family's motel room. She groaned for the 56th time. "Son of a bitch."

    With a towel wrapped around her torso, Genevieve dried her long hair with another, the music from her phone quietly playing a song by Creedence Clearwater Revival. She slightly shivered as the air conditioning unit in her room hummed on full blast. The sun had finally set over the desert horizon and Genevieve was ready to get some much-needed shut-eye. She removed her towel and pulled out a pair of white cotton panties from her duffel bag and pulled them on. Once she tossed herself onto the bed and stood still, she was able to hear quiet, distant creaking coming from somewhere in the complex. She listened tentatively to the quiet pattern and noticed that it would occasionally go faster. She snorted. Looks like a couple out there was having a wild night.

    It had been so long since she and her ex broke up. So naturally, it had been so long since she last had sex. And worst of all, it had been way too long since she's had good sex, for it was because of her ex's "performance issues" that they broke up in the first place. She continued listening and started to hear the woman's faint moans. They must be on the other end of the motel because despite the screaming, it was still quiet and discreet. Genevieve pressed her thighs together and rolled her eyes. Unbelievable, she thought, that she was getting aroused by complete strangers having loud sex on the other side of the complex. They're so lucky, she thought next.

Genevieve closed her eyes and spread her knees promptly stuffing her left hand inside her panties. She listened for more and bit down on the inside of her lip as she moved her fingers in a circular motion. The woman screamed at her partner for more and the creaking noises sped up. Genevieve mewed quietly as she continued pleasuring herself, her free hand moving down to her bare breast and teasing her nipple. The Air conditioner temporarily went quiet.

    David lazily switched between the fifteen working channels on the old-style television monitor. He changed the news broadcast to a Jewelry channel when he began to hear indistinct moaning coming from the other side of the wall in front of him. He arched a brow and sat up straight. "Is that coming from the tv...?" He asked himself.  David quietly stood up and tiptoed towards the wall separating his room from room 27. He placed his palms against the wall and leaned his ear. Quiet, sultry moaning. It's the girl from earlier, he thought. She's didn't seem to be with anyone else. David grinned, concluding that she was having a little do-it-yourself session. "Fuck," He growled quietly as he glanced down only to see his growing erection poking out of the hole of his pajamas.

    Genevieve moved her fingers faster and gasped and moaned as pleasure coursed through her body. She held her nipple in a tight pinch as she continued to rub herself, oblivious at the pair of ears listening and pleasuring themselves using only the sound of her voice. "Shit," she groaned as her climax drew closer and closer, just like the woman on the far end of the motel.

Abruptly, there was loud banging on a door.

All noises immediately seized. "Shut the fuck up in there, I'm trying to sleep!" the voice of an elderly black woman boomed from the distance. "Mind your damn business, woman!" Another man suddenly yelled back. "I'd like to mind my business if your slut would just pipe down!"
- "Hey, bitch! I'm an escort!"
- "Po-tay-toh, po-tah-toh! You still a slut, honey!"

The bickering scared away Genevieve's own climax and she groaned in frustration. "Are you kidding me?" she whined. "Damn it!" She heard a hissing voice on the other side of the wall complain. She arched a brow but decided to ignore it and laid on her side to try to finally get some sleep.