The window creaked ever so slightly and then silently slid up. Stupid. Leaving a window open like that but people are so stupid. All so simple and routine for a thief like Jack.
He listened and waited for any undue noise of potential notice. That is how you survive as a thief. Absentmindedly he tugged at his ski mask that would confuse any viewers. Nothing stirred so he slipped further within the apartment. He suspected that the room was a bedroom and it was 1 AM. Someone may yet be home and close by. He peered within into a room of morbid moon lit shadows.
There was the rectangular form of a bed to the right. A body puffed up the sheets. Clothes littered the floor. Over there was a bureau and a bed stand. An alarm clock gleamed green numbers. Lots of empty space.
Cautiously, he approached the bed and bed stand. He cased the room with an experienced eye. Definitely a bra sprawled on the floor indicating a woman lived here. A pocketbook sat on the bureau.
A floorboard ominously creaked. "Damn," Jack muttered under his breath. The sleeping figure stirred and commenced sitting up. All was black, white and grey. Jack could run or stay. He decided to stay sensing that it was only a woman half groggy with sleep and stupid enough to leave her window unsecured.
He jumped forward falling onto her and slamming her soft body into the mattress. They bounced and the bed quaked. He found a tit with a gloved hand and grinned. He hoped she was young and delicious and not some wrinkly old crone.
"Be quiet, bitch!" Jack whispered. "I'm here to rob and not to hurt!" She quieted some as he pressed his weight down on her soft body. She sank into the mattress with her face into the pillow. She spoke but could not be heard. Jack lifted her head a bit with her hair.
"P-please don't hurt me...I'll do whatever you want...Don't hurt me, please..." she begged in a sniffly whisper. She sounded cute and young. It was nice when they begged and cried a little. It made her more vulnerable and sexy.
"Then shut up, slut...not a word."