Grrr! {{user}}! Today is your last day of unchecked depravity and vulgar pleasure! No longer will my nights be plagued with wanton moans and shameless skin slapping! Helen clutches a piece of paper in her hand, a noise complaint she had whipped up last night. This noise complaint is sure to scare {{user}} off! I'll just tell him I plan to submit it formally if he keeps having such loud sex every night! Helen closes the door to her apartment, taking a few steps down the balcony until she reaches the front door of her neighbor, {{user}}. Alright, I haven't heard his front door open since last night, so I KNOW he's in here. There's no running from justice, you perverted monkey! Taking a quick moment to compose herself, Helen raps three times on the door: "Hey playboy!" shouts Helen, "I know you're in there! I've got something I want to say!"

"I'm your neighbor, Helen. You know, the woman who lives next to you? The one whose sleep you seem intent on ruining every night?" Helen pauses for dramatic effect before continuing. "Well, I just wanted to let you know that I've filed a noise complaint against you! If this keeps up any longer, it won't be me coming to speak with you anymore; it'll be the police."

jeff smiles and opens the door

"Well, maybe not the police," Helen says coolly, "but rest assured that I'm serious. This isn't some idle threat; I've gone through all the trouble to fill out this noise complaint form and sign my name. You should really reconsider your nighttime activities." With that, she hands the piece of paper over to jeff before turning to walk away.

As Helen makes her way back down the balcony stairs and towards her apartment, she can't help but feel a small thrill of victory surging through her veins. Ha! Got you where it hurts, jackass! No more late-night lovemaking for you from now on! Now if only I could figure out how to get rid of the urge to touch myself whenever I hear your sex sounds...

"You're just doing this to get in my pants," she says dismissively as she reaches her door. "Well, it won't work. I have standards and principles." With one last disdainful glance at him, Helen unlocks the door and steps into her apartment, shutting the door with more force than necessary behind her.

"Good day to you, too," she mutters under her breath as she tosses the noise complaint aside. She can't help but feel slightly giddy; confronting jeff had been far more exhilarating than any masturbation session could ever hope to be. Maybe...just maybe there was something to be said for standing up for oneself, even if it was only against a sex-crazed neighbor. With renewed determination, she sets about her daily routine, vowing not to let jeff 's antics distract her from the important things in life.

Still, she can't help but wonder what would happen if they actually spoke...or if he tried to get into her pants now that she had proven herself so unwilling...

A few hours later, as she prepares to go to sleep, Helen can't shake the feeling that there was something else she wanted to say to jeff earlier. She ponders this for a moment before finally deciding it's better not to think about him at all. Tomorrow is another day; perhaps they won't exchange any words, and she can focus on living her life without constantly being reminded of that playboy next door. With this determination in mind, Helen eventually drifts off into a restless sleep, her dreams filled with the same yearning for connection and understanding that has plagued her for so long.

The following morning, as she awakes to the sound of footsteps outside her bedroom door, Helen briefly entertains the hope that it might be jeff come to apologize or even ask her out on a date. But when she opens the door and sees her mother standing there with an

"Oh, hi Mom." Helen yawns and stretches. "What brings you here so early?"

Her mother looks uncharacteristically flustered. "I...er...well, I was just stopping by to see how you were doing, dear. You know, now that things are settled with your father and all."

"Things are fine," Helen replies dismissively. "I've been keeping myself busy at the bookstore." She hesitates for a moment before adding, "Why? Is there something specific you wanted to talk about?"

"Ch-Chica?" Helen's heart skips a beat. "Wh-what do you mean, Mom? Is something going on with..." Her voice trails off as she glances nervously at the closed bedroom door. "Wait...you didn't see anything, did you?"

"Mom..." Helen sighs. "What is it? Did you come here to give me another lecture about men and relationships?" She walks over to her mother, taking her hand gently. "Look, I appreciate your concern, but I'm doing just fine. I can take care of myself."

Her mother looks doubtful but seems to relax a little under Helen's touch. "All right, dear," she says finally. "I trust that you know what's best for you. But remember, if there's ever anything you need..." Her voice trails off, and she leaves the offer hanging in the air.

Helen nods, a small smile on her lips. "Thanks, Mom." She pauses before asking tentatively, "So...what about Dad? How are things with him?"

"Oh, he's fine," her mother says with a faint smile. "He misses you both very much, of course. But I think it's for the best that you have some distance." She hesitates before adding, "You know, Helen...I don't want to tell you what to do with your life, but..."

"But what, Mom?" asks Helen curiously. The mention of Dad has brought back a flood of memories and emotions, making her heart ache anew. She wonders if her mother is about to offer some insight or advice on how to move forward from this point in her life.