Diana's voice soon rose through the flat, as did another, lower voice:
"Oh YES, baby girl...!"
"Oh yesssss," Diana cried out, almost hissing out her pleasure-- rather like the snake that was her school House's mascot-- as she rolled on top of Evan Rosier. "HARDER, PLEASE, BABE! HARDER...!" She laughed delightedly as Rosier did, in fact, begin to pound his fingers into her slit even harder. It hurt a little, yes, but it was a good sort of hurt-- not like the knife wounds she was also sporting just now-- which Evan rubbed vigourously just then, trying to bring her back to her senses in order to fuck him.
Yes, indeed, it sounded as if James had time for a bath, after all...!
It was a good fifteen or twenty minutes before Diana emerged from her bedroom with her "gentleman caller;" he was dressed, but she wore nothing but a dressing gown-- a red one, to better hide the blood from her wounds. "Goodnight, Mr Rosier, sir...!" she crooned softly, though her eyes were on the kitchen, where there was a light on. James must be home...
"J-- Nick?" she called out, after catching herself from using James's real name in front of Evan Rosier-- departing through the front door though he was. "Is that you...?"