It gets interesting

You pick up your pace as you reach the lake, turning into the wooded path that leads around the water. The dappled sunlight falling through the leaves is very soothing and pretty and you feel your mind relax as you run. You can't see a logical explanation for the stains on your sheets. You know the dream was only a dream, and you're sure the stains weren't there yesterday morning.

You are sure, you tell yourself, a part of you mind wondering if you overlooked them somehow, and that they're old and have nothing to do with you. But another part of your mind shouts that down, knowing you would have seen it when you made your bed. And why would someone use your bed, and who? You shake your head as you run, breaking a sweat as you get into the rhythm.

Suddenly you hear a noise ahead of you, the sounds of voices, raised and excited. You slow your pace, your ears pricked and listening trying to make out words.

"Oh God!! You're so big!" a female voice squeals, making you stop in surprise. "Oh God, you're gonna make me do it out here like an animal!"

You stand still, waiting to hear what comes next, wondering if you'll recognise the male voice as you recognised the female.

It's Monica Fulton, in the grip of sexual excitement, a tone you have reason to be familiar with.