Jenny's new guy seemed quite something in bed.

In a tiny studio flat, in my bedroom, you couldn't help but listen in to sex taking place in the very small living room next door.

I had the only bedroom and the walls were very thin.

Jenny and I had both come to London, we thought to further our careers. Opportunities in media were not realistic in our own rural town in the north. By coincidence we'd followed the same career path albeit at different universities, so when we got chatting at a social 'do' which both our parents attended, our friendship was formed.

Over a few weeks we both applied...