I win the freaky neighbor award

I proclaim myself the winner. And this is why.

The other night, when MM was here, for the slumber party, I left the room for a moment, and when I came back he asked me "does your neighbor below ever call your name, for any reason?"
No, I answered, because she never has. She is loud, and I was thinking he'd misheard something. I didn't think too much about it.
Yesterday evening, when I left for work, she was coming home. She's all smiles, and tells me she has a new boyfriend, and she has seen MM, and knows I have one, too. Then she asks "do you hear us?"
To which I answered, quite honestly "yes, until I put my iPod on. (thank God for my iPod). "Oh, sorry" she says, trying to act embarrased. But then she says "so then did you hear me call your name out the other night?"
And I say "no, but MM did. I thought he misheard you." About this time, my mind bounced back to last year, when I was dating the "villiage drunk", J. I did not get intimate with J, (I am so glad), but she had told me once, if J. and I ever did get intimate, that I should holler out her name. I had mentally blocked this request, until last night. Then it all came back to me in a horrible flashback, and I muttered something, jumped into my car, and ran away, grateful to be going to work.
I am so freaked. EEEW
And her new boyfriend?
lives with my other neighbor, 2 doors down. The one that's drunk all the time. (the neighbor, not her new boyfriend). I thought he was married to the drunk lady.
This is Peyton Place, I swear it is.
If any of you can top that with your neighbors, maybe I will give up the freaky neighbor award. But I think I've got it in the bag, for now.