The next night Diya left the door unlocked again.

She had prepared more carefully this time. The oversized T-shirt was pushed all the way up under her arms so both breasts were bare. She lay on her stomach, one knee drawn up, ass raised slightly, the full length of her cunt completely exposed and already glistening under the dim city light that leaked through the curtains. She had touched herself just enough before lying down to stay wet, but not enough to come. She wanted to be slick when he found her.