Parking my 4x4 at the corner of the street I switched off the ignition and doused the lights. I paused. Silence. The small Texas town was quiet... undisturbed. The moon lighting the scene with it's ghostly white.
I retrieved an item from the glove-compartment and opened the door, stepping out into the cool night air. I looked about me. No-one. Alone. Quickly I locked the car-door and pocketed the keys before briskly walking down the pavement towards my destination clutching the dark object in my hand.
I know which house was hers. I do my homework well. As I approached I tried, in as much as possible to stay with the shadows. Watching... alert... listening. A few streets away a dog howled in the night. I froze... listening intently. I saw her Trans-Am parked in the driveway and stepped alongside. Carefully, in case the car had a touch-sensitive alarm, I touched the bonnet.... cool to the touch. Good! She's been home hours.... she'll be in bed and out of the way.
I took the object and unfolded it. A black hood with jagged holes cut for my eyes and mouth. I slipped it on as I approached the darkened house. In the safety of the shadows I watched and listened. The only movement being the scudding of silent clouds across the face of the moon.
It was so quiet.... I could hear my own breathing.
Stepping towards the first window I ran my fingers around the frame checking to see if she had left it insecure. Nothing... not even a crack. I cursed... stepping towards the second window. Better! She'd left it slightly ajar. I reached into my pocket and withdrew a sharp blade. Reaching inside I managed to dislodge the catch form the clip and the window swung open. I hesitated..... listening.
Quickly and silently I climbed upon the window-ledge, my eyes peering into the darkness of the room. Slowly I entered the room, cautious not to make a sound in the unfamiliarity. Silence... just the beating of my heart... thumping in my chest.
As my eyes became accustomed to the dark I glanced around the room. A large sofa and chairs illuminated by the moonlight from the window. A portrait upon the wall and the reflection from the television. I grinned in the darkness... that was what I was after! The TV and video equipment. Yes..... I'd get a good price for those!
I stepped forward, eager in my quest.
CRASH!!!!
Something hit the floor as I collided with a coffee-table in the darkness. I caught my breath... my ears straining for sounds from upstairs. Did a bed-spring creak? Was I to be discovered? I waited for what seemed an eternity. A click. A light shining under the hallway door. Someone was coming! A rush of panic swept over me like a chilly blanket. Quick! I moved quickly into the gap behind the sofa and crouched there in the darkness. A footfall on the stairs! I crouched lower still.
I saw the handle turning and the door swung open flooding that end of the room in light from the hallway. She stepped into view. Long dark hair that cascaded over her shoulders and half-way down her back. A white negligee wrapped her curves but so short I could see her fine legs. But I knew then that, despite my hiding place... I'd be discovered as soon as she turned in my direction.
She stepped forward and saw the fallen ashtray and bent down to retrieve the cigarette-butts from the rug, her posture revealing her round pale ass-cheeks clad in the briefest panties. I saw my chance and leapt from my hiding-place catching her around the waist. She squealed in surprise but my other hand clamped across her mouth silencing her as I wrestled her to the floor.
She struggled within my grasp but she was no match for my weight and strength. She wriggled her hips trying to get out from under me but my powerful thighs straddled her hips. She couldn't escape. Her soft breasts rippled under her semi-transparent negligee. My face so close to hers I could smell her perfume. "Do not struggle", I hissed. "Do not scream! I am not here to hurt you!"
Her struggles subsided and I relaxed my grip over her mouth and wrist. She sobbed for breath... her breasts rising and falling beneath her negligee.
"What do you want?", she asked meekly. "I have no valuables... I have nothing worth taking."
"Oh but you have", I retorted, my greedy hands cupping her breasts through the sheer material and squeezing. "You have lots for the taking!"
