Let her in

“Well, you can come in,” you say. “But my room, my rules. And nobody gets to wear clothes,” you say, taking off your towel and dropping it. You can cooperate with the police, but you’re CCL now. And you’re still a little drunk. And the relief of knowing that Rey is probably with Hailee—which is also annoying—gets to you, but also makes you feel less stressed. And more horny.

It’s hard not to be horny with Julieta literally on your bed in sexy, French lingerie looking at you with bedroom eyes in your bedroom.

“You want me to get naked?” Lopez asks, unperturbed.

“I don’t make the rules,” you say.

“It’s your room. I thought you did make the rules.”

“Oh.” You don’t have an answer for that.

“How about this? I’m a cop, and I can do what I want.” She pats your shoulder and steps into the room, closing the door behind her. “I’m just going to look around very quickly, and then you can get back to whatever you were doing.”

She’s looking at Julieta. You look as well to see that Julieta is… taking off her underwear. She kicks off her panties and lies back, spreading her legs. It’s very explicit.

“Hey,” you say, irked. “You do understand English.”

She just looks at you quizzically. You return her look. It’s a staring contest. Is this girl for real? She understands English perfectly, but just pretends to only speak French.

Julieta spreads her legs a little wider, but you keep your eyes on her face.

She starts to blush a little. Right. She’s looking at you naked too.

Meanwhile, Lopez is busily searching the room. She’s going through your things too, but you don’t really care that much. Like, what do you have that’s embarrassing? Underwear? Any girl has that. Hygiene products? Same. Your two vibrators and half a box of condoms? Nothing strange about that. You don’t even know why you have the condoms. You haven’t slept with a guy since high school.

Penises are cool. It’s just guys that are horrible.

Anyway, you manage to focus long enough to check out Lopez and what she’s doing. She’s moved on from your stuff to the dresser, the closet, the pictures hanging on the walls…

“Yikes,” Lopez says, taking the picture down. It’s a terrible painting of a nude woman on her hands and knees. Behind it is… an obvious space meant for hiding things.

“Holy shit,” you say, and even Julieta sits up, closing her legs and looking attentive.

“What have we here?” Lopez asks, pulling something out. It’s a book of some kind. A journal, maybe?

You and Julieta rush to her, crowding in to see as she opens it.

The pages inside are covered in writing in blue ink. It’s very good handwriting, very graceful and cute.

You and Julieta lean in closer as Lopez begins to read aloud.

The writer is someone very relatable, who talks about being a shy, awkward student at a university that is not very comfortable for her. Somehow, she’s fallen in with this sorority that is very edgy and sexually liberated in a world that isn’t quite there yet. Women loving women… more or less openly.

The writer obviously approves, but is also fearful. Afraid of society, afraid of her own desires…

You find yourself sucked into her diary.

You can… wake up and kick Lopez out of your room for some alone time with Julieta.

Or you can read this diary with the two of them.