But THIS never happened to you . . . . We had an old spoiled brat in the unit next to us. She used to complain to the maintenance man about how we would run up and down the stairs at all hours keeping her awake (sometimes, I get home from work at xam, and hubby leaves for work at xam), we sit in the courtyard until late (after xpm!) and play the radio so loud it keeps her awake (we usually have classical on outside, and soft enough that we can hear the fountain on the other side of the courtyard - her unit is on the other side of the building), and complained that we're too loud when we're 'making whoopie'. The poor maintenance guy was actually laughing when he was telling us these stories (he has a unit on the other side of the complex, too, but closer to the courtyard than she is - he never even knew we were outside at all!) We made it a point to be as loud as possible during sex, and did it as often as possible. We also bought a sub-woofer for the stereo and placed it against the wall between our units - Hubby fed a xhz signal through it - couldn't hear it, but you could feel it. It drove her nuts - she finally moved out to a retirement village, where, we hear, she's bitching about everyone else around.