Someone suggested talcum powder; to rub it on the two squeaking planks, that were supporting my antique bed. I didn’t expect it to work, yet my boisterous white bed, that I would have kept even if the whole street could give me an alibi for every hour I tossed, turned or tingled with pleasure, became quiet. Now I really had the perfect bed. Enjoying the new-found silence I mused on how much luck this bed had brought me. It really had been years since I had slept with the wrong men. [...]