"What's going on?"
"Shut up and duck."
"Why should I?"
Her hand whips up and grabs my hand pulling me down beside her behind the bush. I almost lose my hat in the process. Her other hand comes up to her mouth and presses a finger to her mouth in a shushing gesture.
Looking into her eyes I wonder what the hell she is doing. It's not everyday that you find someone hiding in the bushes for no apparent reason.
And then I hear it. It's soft at first. So soft I can barely hear it. But as I strain my ears toward the sound I know what it is.
"Selphie," I whisper, "What the hell are you doing listening in on some man and his wife?"
She hushes me again waiting for something. Lord if I know what it is.
The moans and groans continue getting louder and louder in my ears. I really don't want to listen to this. But I can't help it, I can't move, the sounds giving me nothing but pleasant thoughts and pleasant feelings. It's a good thing Selphie is here with me or …
"Seifer …"
The call splits the early morning air, and I freeze for a different reason. My eyes widen at the sudden information. I notice she is doing a little silent dance of joy.
"Selphie, was that …"
She just nods at me and reaches up for something, a video camera. "Care to watch it with me?" She asks before kissing me.