Aside from the quarter-moon, no light caused Allison any problems. Of the few trees around, this one was large enough to safely conceal her. Peering through the leaves, she raised the binoculars to her eyes and concentrated.
She was too far away to hear words, but the drapes were open enough to provide her a clear view of the room, and especially the bed.
The difference between the two bodies was remarkable. One was pale, soft, and much smaller than the other, whose tanned skin and dark, lank hair was in stark contrast to the gentler curves his hand caressed.
As her friends joined together as one, Alison's own excitement grew, and she held the glasses in one hand whilst her other found its own target. All three reached their peak, and Allison wished once more that she could be in the room.
But with which one - or maybe both...?