"It is the recording studio in the library basement," I said. "I have the combination. It is lockable, out of the way, and unless it has been scheduled, by musicians, early on a Sunday morning, it will be free for a good long while. No one goes in without an appointment, except for deliveries on weekday mornings. And best of all, it's soundproofed!" I finished brightly.

"Soundproofed?" Bridget said, askance.

"Yeah, of course. It is in the library, I mean."

"That is the best thing about it?"

"Sure. Come on. Girls are loud during sex. We really don't want to get caught."

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