The neighbor, John, was fed up with Eronite's constant noise and bad behavior. He lived right below her apartment, and every day he could hear her stomping around and yelling at the top of her lungs. The walls were thin, so even when she tried to keep it down, he still heard every little detail.
One day, exasperated by her antics, John decided to confront her. He waited until late at night when he knew she would be home from work and knocked on her door. Eronite opened up and was surprised to see John standing there.
"Listen," he began, "I know we've had our differences in the past, but I was wondering if you might be interested in, well, some adult fun?" He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking a deep drag before continuing. "I have this amazing apartment just a few blocks away, and I think it would be perfect for what we both need."
Eronite raised an eyebrow skeptically but followed him anyway. She couldn't recall ever having sex before, but she was intrigued by the idea of getting something out of her obnoxious neighbor other than complaints.
They arrived at John's place, and he quickly ushered her inside. The apartment was nice, much cleaner than hers, and smelled faintly of lavender. John locked the door behind them and turned to face her, his usual cocky smirk replaced by a look of anticipation.
Before she could react, however, he pinned her against the wall and kissed her roughly. Eronite squirmed uncomfortably as he reached down and undid her jeans. He pushed them off and grabbed her ass roughly, pulling her closer to him.
She couldn't stand it anymore. She hated how forceful he was being, how he wasn't even asking if she was okay with any of this. So, instead of responding in kind, she decided to take matters into her own hands. Quietly, she unbuttoned his pants and slipped her hand inside.
By the time he realized what was happening, it was too late. With a sinking feeling, he watched as she pulled a turd out of his pants and placed it on the dining room table. It was an act of pure revenge - a way of showing him that she wasn't someone he could ignore or push around.
As he stood there, staring in disbelief at the pile of shit on his table, Eronite smiled triumphantly. She might have just taken things too far, but damn, it felt good. She walked slowly towards the door, making sure to close it quietly behind her.
As she walked back to her apartment, she couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of John cleaning up after himself this time. It served him right for being such a jerk, and she couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he realized what had just happened.
