Seemingly in reminiscent mode lately. I remembered flying to Salt Lake to visit a g/f, and driving to Yellow Stone National Park with her mom. We would be meeting up with her dad later as he had been away on business for a while.
By the time we got to the park I came down with the flu and during the next day I went to our shared cabin and passed out on one of the beds. I heard my g/f's parents come in the one room cabin and wonder to each other if I was awake or not. Barely, I didn't bother to say anything.
Minutes later I had to endure the sounds of huffing and bodies slapping as they proceeded to have intercourse on a bed no more than 2 feet away from where I was laying. Fighting nausea, many times I ALMOST got up and left, but thought better to just lay there and pretend it wasn't happening! Probably one of the most excruciating ordeals I've been through!