A COLD DECEMBER NIGHT AROUND MIDNIGHT - The bedroom of Lian, an extremely attractive, lonely and bored housewife . . .
The burglar roots around in the jewelry box looking for goodies when he suddenly hears the bedroom door open. He turns to see a woman standing at the threshold of the door; she flips the light switch on and the bedroom fills with the glow of two bedside table lamps.
Spotting the intruder the woman screams and turns to run with the burglar quickly giving chase. She desperately flees down the hallway heading for the stairs. But thanks to her 5 inch high heels, and the extremely tight short skirt she is wearing, she can't flee fast enough to escape.
The young man is quickly on her before she reaches the stairs. He grabs her roughly by the arm, and shakes her as she struggles to free herself. Wanting to scare her into submission, he whips out a switchblade knife and waves the six inch blade alarmingly close to her pretty face.
Extremely frightened by the ugly cold steel of the knife she whispers a quick prayer before her assailant hisses in her ear, "Don't make me cut your ass bitch."
"P-please . . . . Don't hurt me. Please, y-you can have, I mean . . . take anything you want from the house, but just don't hurt me."
"I think I have exactly what I want here, in my arms. Let's go back down the hallway to that pretty little bedroom of yours so I can decide what I'm going to do with you . . . or to you."
The lady shudders as she is roughly pushed down the dark hallway toward her bedroom. The young burglar gets an eyeful as he propels her forward in front of him. The skirt she is wearing makes two things patently obvious— she has a really nice ass, along with a pair of fine legs, and based on the length and the tightness of her slutty little mini-skirt, she doesn't mind showing either of them off.
When they finally reach the bedroom the woman hesitates, fearful of what he might do to her. Her hesitation is greeted roughly as he snaps, "Get in there bitch."
To emphasize his tough words he gives her forceful push. Lian nearly stumbles to the floor, but at the last possible moment, he reaches out deftly and catches her by the elbow. He half drags, half carries her over to the bed as she gets a sense for the first time of his youthful strength.
The woman cowers on the edge of her king sized bed while the burglar paces the room trying to figure out just how to handle the situation. Coming home unexpectedly like this, she has totally fucked up his plans. His earlier mentioned dire threat to cut her was a threat with no real substance behind it. He only wanted to scare her into submission so he can figure out how to best handle the situation.
No one was supposed to be home. He did his homework; what the fuck happened? He glares at her from across the room hoping he can come up with a plan fast.
His glare quickly softens though as he finally takes a good look at the lady. She is an older Asian woman; old enough to be his mother maybe as she appears to be in her late thirties or early forties.
Her shiny black hair is pulled up into a careless bun, but despite this, in the soft glow of the bedroom light, the burglar sees her for what she truly is: an exotic mature Asian beauty. It is for this type of woman that young Zeke has always possessed a major weakness for.
Crossing the room toward her, he decides to find out just what the hell she is doing home when abruptly she jumps up from the bed and starts to speak. "Please take anything you want just don't hurt me. Please . . . I won't call the police."
She might as well been talking to the lamp as her words are lost upon him when he sees what appears to be two large bowling balls bounce up and down inside her tight white blouse.
"
Jesus she must have huge tits
," he thinks as he draws nearer. Those apparently large tits of hers is the final piece of the puzzle. She now possess all the physical attributes in a woman that makes her perfect in his mind.
Their eyes met for a brief moment in the dim light of the room. There seems to be a brief moment where it's almost like they recognize each other from some dark and distant past—forgotten- except in the very depths of their hearts.
Again that unbidden thought floats inside his head,
she is old enough to be my mother.
But the moment is fleeting. He needs to concentrate on the task at hand not on fanciful musings.
He lashes out at her; his anger is the result of the weakness he feels toward her. "Yeah, you sure are a pretty Chinese whore ain't you and well put together I see."
His eyes fall helplessly to her chest before, quite unexpectedly, she slaps him hard defiantly barking, "I ain't a whore you bastard."
Almost immediately she regrets her impulsive reaction as he raises the knife, before letting it drop again just as quickly. He is not angry, but instead only amused by her spunk.
He rubs the side of his face before replying. "Well, I seen you have a bit of spirit to you lady. That is good . . . I mean . . . that you ain't a whore."
"W-what are you going to do to me," she whispers while edging toward the bedroom door.
"Go ahead, try and run again and see where it gets you," he snarls as he strides across the room slamming the door shut. He turns back toward her barking, "Give me your cell phone . . . you have a landline?"
"No," she sniffles as she hands over her phone. "Look . . . I'm sorry about the slap. I just can't stand being called a whore. My husband calls me that sometimes and I hate it."
"And where is the man of the house now?"
"Away on business . . . as usual."
"Speaking of being away today is Saturday. I have been watching this place for a few weeks now and no one is ever home on Saturday night so why are you here now?"
"Your right. I usually go stay with my mother on Saturday's but we got in a fight so I went out with a friend tonight and then came home early when she met some guy."
"Only to find me, huh. Your lucky day."
"Somehow," she looks at him evenly trying not to show any fear, "I'm not feeling very lucky right now."
"And you will be feeling even less lucky if you try slapping me again. Yeah speaking of that, I think you have shown yourself to be untrustworthy. I don't like to be slapped much so I better do something so that doesn't happen again. Maybe I should tie those pretty little hands of yours up so they don't get into anymore mischief."
"Oh please. Is that really necessary?"
"Fucking A right it is. But just to show you what a nice guy I can be, I will give you a choice here. You can either tell me where I might find something to bind your hands that won't hurt you too much or I can tear your bedroom apart until I find something on my own."
Lian does her best to blink back the tears that are threatening to flow. She doesn't want to show weakness as she senses it will only further embolden him. Trying to calm her voice and sound braver than she feels, she points a shaky finger towards the large dresser on the far wall, "You can find my pantyhose in the bottom drawer."
"Pantyhose, yeah perfect. Now don't do anything stupid and make a break for the door sweetheart. I mean with those slutty, what? six inch high heels your wearing you won't get far and I do promise if I have to run and catch you I won't be so nice this time. Understood?"
