The sun would soon rise, and the night had passed without further incident.
Lily made her way home with a bounce in her step, in spite of the contented exhaustion of a day full of sexual pleasure. The chilly night air helped cool her ardour but made her nipples stand on end.
In the light of the waxing moon, she followed the well-worn path to home and bed.
Same old, same old.
Maybe the suffocation of the rigid routine was why she was seeking ever greater excitement and release. Her adorable little house didn't feel like home any more, and her momma took every opportunity to remind her that she was paying the rent.
The next step down that road would be her mother reminding her she paid her wages too.
Lily felt the need to shake free from the shackles more palpably than ever before.
She was twenty one. She'd never had a lover, at least not a real one. Her life consisted of traipsing back and forth between her momma's house and her momma's business.
Maybe Amy would help her escape.
As she came round the final corner, her eyes focused on the house opposite hers.
The lights were on.
That was unusual. Lily couldn't remember the last time she'd seen signs of life there. Her curiosity piqued, she altered her step and crossed the street. The orange light seeped through the shutters as she crept on to the lawn. The damp grass oozed between her open toed shoes as she stepped ever closer to the window.
At the ledge, she cocked her head to peer between the gaps.
It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the light, and when they did, Lily was disappointed to see nothing but an empty room. Maybe she had secretly hoped for another voyeuristic frenzy.