Seduced by Alice Munro's nether voices

Flo had saved up, and had a bathroom put in, but there was no place to put it except in a corner of the kitchen.  The door did not fit, the walls were only beaverboard.  The result was that even the tearing of a piece of toilet paper, the shifting of a haunch, was audible to those working or talking or eating in the kitchen.  They were all familiar with each other's nether voices, not only in their more explosive moments but in their intimate sighs and growls and pleas and statements.  And they were all most prudish people.  So no one ever seemed to hear, or to be listening, and no reference was made.  The person creating the noises in the bathroom was not connected with the person who walked out.

(From Alice Munro's The Beggar Maid.)

Who knew white trash farting could be rendered so beautifully?  Swoon.

Comments

[Snickerdoodles]

You should include a NSFBP/NSFW alert at the top of this.

[queenalpo]

@snickerdoodles... I'll take that as a compliment. I think.

[Rob]

That is just so hawt!