(Not) Exactly What You Think It Is
Note: Answer to Lanie's challenge to start a story with the words "I thought I saw/heard ..."
"I thought I heard Francine and you ..."
Lee suspiciously scanned the motel room. Nothing. No one there except for Effrom Beaman who glared at him with his arms folded across his chest.
"What?" Beaman asked.
"Well … you know … sounded like – uh – Backgammon?"
Lee made a vague gesture.
"Francine and me? Seriously? You know how ridiculous that sounds?"
Beaman shook his head and gave a small laugh.
"Then what did I hear?" Lee insisted. "I didn't imagine it."
Beaman dropped his arms and rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly looking quite embarrassed.
"That was the TV. I zapped through the programs and found the adult channel …"
"Ah."
Lee nodded.
"Well, tone it down, will you? These walls are paper-thin …"
"Will do."
Lee gave the room another suspicious look and then left. Beaman slammed the door behind him, locking it. A moment later, the bathroom door opened and Francine stepped out into the room wearing only a set of red lacy lingerie.
"Ridiculous, huh?" she said with a broad grin.
Beaman chuckled.
"Easier that way."
He moved over to her and pulled her up against him.
"Right – where were we?"