By Tchactchactchac - 16/05/2015 17:54 - Pays-Bas
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By Tchactchactchac - 16/05/2015 17:54 - Pays-Bas
Coucou! Je suis l'auteure, je viens de créer un compte. Merci de m'avoir publiée, ça me fait tout chaud dans mon p'tit cœur. :) Bon alors un peu plus d'explications... Cette anecdote s'est passée il y a un moment. En fait nous étions 2 à partager la chambre pour des raisons de place, et on se demandait ce que c'était que ce bruit (relativement faible cela dit). On a cherché d'où ça venait et ça venait de toute évidence de la porte d'en face dans le couloir: la chambre d'un collègue. Dans mon imaginaire de fille innocente qui plane, ça m'évoquait le bruit que font les griffes de mon chien sur le carrelage quand il fait une crise d'épilepsie. J'étais donc plus en mode alerte, quand un léger soupir de la part de mon collègue a déclenché une réaction en chaîne dans ma tête: soupir->masturbation -> TchacTchac= bracelet secoué -> imagination de la scène -> aaah huuu berk oups -> mouaha LOL quand même. Donc non, nous ne l'avons pas surpris, et non il ne l'a jamais su, et c'est tant mieux. Nous avons gentiment refermé la porte de notre chambre un peu gênées, mi-désolées et mi-dégoûtées de cette intrusion involontaire dans sa vie privée. Mais bon finalement, le comique de situation nous a bien fait marrer. ^^ Pour la défense de mon collègue, nous étions itinérants et il faisait partie de ceux qui ne pouvaient pas rentrer chez eux même le WE pendant plus d'un mois. C'était le genre de chose qui pouvait naturellement arriver, inutile de juger, la gène n'a pas duré. Il n'était pas particulièrement bruyant mais les murs n'étaient vraiment pas isolés. Voilà les petits loups, vous savez tout. Allez en paix, poutous, toussa... :D