Malik climbed the metal scaffolding along the side of his house.
The afternoon sun beat down on his back, making his dark skin slick with sweat. He carried a wrench in one hand and a length of new pipe in the other.
His tank top stuck to his massive chest and shoulders. His body was thick and powerful from years of physical labor.
He needed to check the higher pipes near the roof line. The scaffolding creaked under his weight as he moved up.
When he reached the third level, he heard it, soft, feminine moans coming from the house next door.
He froze.
The sounds were clear through the open attic window just a few feet away. It was Mira’s window.
Malik moved closer quietly and peered through the cracked opening.
Mira lay on the dusty wooden floorboards of her attic, completely nak
