Search for Doe

You excuse yourself from the group and begin your extensive search of the house. Minutes of aimless wandering are of no progress. You’ve explored the entire first floor of the house, so you think perhaps he’s still upstairs.

You head upstairs, the sounds of the party disappearing behind you. The only sound that remains is the creak of the old wooden stairs beneath your feet.

You reach the landing and look down the upstairs hallway. To your right is a smaller living area which Doe has turned into a pool room. A few guys are huddled around the table and playing pool, but none of them seem to notice you.

You continue down the hallway. A faint noise. You can barely make it out. You head in the direction of the sound and it becomes louder and more distinct until you can make out that it is the sound of moaning. A few steps closer and you can hear the creak of a spring mattress. You peer at the door where the sound appears to be coming from.

Someone’s having a good time, you think to yourself, perhaps I should take a peek.

You gently press your hand against the door. The obvious sounds of lovemaking are nice and distinct and you find yourself turned on by the very sound of the stranger’s moaning. You slowly push open the door.

You gasp when you see who’s inside.