Loud gagging

At first, I think that Mr. Robinson has put on another one of his spy movies since it kind of sounds like someone being choked. My second thought is that someone is unclogging a toilet. It's much faster and louder than I've heard from the movies and it has an odd, deseperate ring to it, like whoever is unclogging the toilet is working really hard. It goes on for a suprisingly long time as I try to figure out where it's coming from. It isn't coming from master bathroom. I'm right here and I know that nobody is in there. It's too far away to be the guest bathroom. As I'm sitting there trying to figure it out, the sound finally goes away.

I hear some muffled voices, but the only words I manage to make out come from Mr. Robinson. "You sure you want it again? I'm ready." A few seconds later, the sound comes back, maybe even louder than before. Then it clicks. A tutorial video on the TV! Sarah must be watching a video with him on the couch. That would explain everything! The mystery solved, I yawn as I realize how tired I am. I'm lulled to sleep by the rythymic gagging noise.

When I wake up a few hours later, I can hear the shower running, which is a bit odd considering the time. Sarah doesn't usually take showers at this point in the day. I wonder if it's because I'm sick and she doesn't want to catch whatever I have. It makes sense, but makes me feel kind of guilty as well. I will have to make it up to her another time. When I hear the shower shut off, I expect to see Sarah emerge a few minutes later. Instead, I hear something. The loud, gagging sound is now coming from my bathroom and I have one more thing to feel guilty for. I should be the one plunging the toilets, not let my girlfriend watch tutorials online so that she can do it for me. I struggle and try to get up and fail. I'm too weak, so I'm **** to sit there and listen as she plumges the toilet for a half hour.

Unsurprisingly, she hops back in the shower afterwards, staying in there for another half hour. One of our neighbors is listening to their music really loud. I can't hear the music, but I can hear the fast, underlying beat, mixed with the occasional clapping and a woman singing. Well, background singing probably. All I can hear is "ah, ah, ah," over and over. They stop playing their music around the same time that Sarah finishes her shower. With the water off again, you figure that Sarah must be ready to come out. A thought pops up in my mind. If I pretend to be sleeping still, I might catch a glimpse of Sarah changing. She usually doesn't let me watch her change because she is shy, even with me.