The Girl Upstair Was In My Bed

Synopsis

Three in the morning, and a call from building management dragged me out of sleep. I checked my phone and saw that someone had tagged me in the residents' group chat. Sandra: [1601, do you have any shame at all? Screaming like that every night. You want the whole building to know you're making a baby?] Sandra: [My daughter just started her freshman year, and now she's growing up way too fast because of you.] Sandra: [Make one more sound and I'll go live from my apartment so everyone can see exactly what kind of woman you are.] Sandra, the woman right below me, kept laying into me, and other residents chimed in that my noise had been keeping them up too. But I wasn't even home! The thought of my husband cheating hit me, and I pulled up the camera in the bedroom. The moment I got a clear look at the woman in my bed, I smiled. Wasn't that the freshman from downstairs?