Kyle had assumed the owner of this beautiful Victorian house had to have been rich, for who in the damn world could ever come to own such an expensive landscape and a house like that without having to have had some loot? "I'd be damned if he came out to be poor!" he thought to himself, assuming it was a guy, having had a long time to study up on how he was going to commandeer anything of value within the house hold. He knew his strategy. He knew it very, very well in fact. He just had to be patient.
He crouched down low underneath the power box on the right side of the house, making sure he was covered from view of the window right next to it that looked into the kitchen. He had his vehicle parked towards the road, not that far from where he was, for a quick get away if he needed one.
His strategy was:
1. Wait till the owner fell asleep.
2. Turn off all the power to the house.
3. Come in; take all the goods that he could carry in one load without making a sound.
4. Run as fast as his ass possibly could and hope the owner wasn't a huge dick with a sniper rifle.
Yes, he had the perfect plan. It was full proof(yeah right), and he had been doing this for years. Only, he wished he knew who the owner actually was so he wasn't surprised when he saw him... or her, for that matter.
He put on his head phones and began to wait for the sun to set in the horizon.
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It was around six in the evening when the sun finally set. The purples, grays, blues, and reds set in a brilliant mixture in the sky, like an artist had painted them there, putting all his feelings and wonder in his art. The moon, faint and pale, was just waiting to take its rightful place as guardian of the night sky. Yet, Violet couldn't enjoy any of it.
She considered herself a widower. Forever to be alone ever since her husband had died that fatal day in the factory. She could have had anyone she wanted after he died. There were plenty of men on the ready to take the opportunity to marry her. She knew that every holiday, when she'd wake up in the mornings to find her entire porch filled with brilliant displays of gorgeous flowers. Bouquet's of roses, daffodils in full bloom; still in the package they came in, exotic tiger lilies placed in a glass vase, single white roses that had her swooning every time she saw them, all for her own enjoyment and pleasure. But she kept to herself.
Just after the sun had set, she took a long and refreshing shower upstairs in the master bathroom; feeling the weight of stress leave her shoulders with every swipe of lavender soap against her silky, buttery smooth skin. She washed her hair twice, standing beneath the knobble of the shower head and letting her long, brown-red hair fall to the middle of her back.
When she got out, she immediately stood in front of the large mirror in the middle of the bathroom door. "I miss you so much, Daniel..." she said aloud to her deceased husband, as she usually did at night.
She felt so lonely, yet she never did anything about it. She ached for a man to touch her. Hell, even her nipples (which were almost always hard) practically screamed "Get your self a man, dumb ass!" and she didn't blame them. Just thinking about having a man's hands on any part of her body made her stomach twist and her pussy moisten with liquid heat. The only reason she stayed at home most of the time, was because she was afraid that if she saw a man on the streets, she would push him down and have her way with him right then and there. The thought of losing all control like that, frightened her.
She put on her green cotton night gown, not bothering to wear anything underneath, and went to bed; shoving all those dirty, agonizing thoughts out of her head before she tried to go to sleep.
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As soon as the lights from the house went off, Kyle opened the power box and flicked off the switch. "This should do it..." he said with confidence as he maneuvered the path from the side of the house to the front door with ease. Fortunately for him, the door was unlocked so he had no problem getting inside the house.
When he stepped inside, he was speechless with great awe for quite a while. The interior design of the house was even more exquisite than the sight from outside. The drapes were silk and shimmering, just barely hiding the light from outside. The walls were covered in silver paint, not a single brush stroke showing anywhere that was noticeable. There was a tiger skin rug just a ways from the entrance to the house, the soft white fur making the inside of his feet tickle as he walked along it. The fireplace was a tall mass of red oak wood, carved with animals and flowers of different variety anywhere that the wood hit open air. The furniture were designed in a swirl of white designs which only added to the illusion that the house was made to look like it was from some sort of fantasy.
After taking his time, and wasting it by observing the beauty of the Victorian house, he finally got around to looking for anything of value that he could obtain. He searched every nook and cranny, every cabinet; closet; and wardrobe, everything down to the last and final room and he was getting very pissed off. "There's nothing here, damn it!" he grunted, his lips set in a grim line. "Let's just hope there is something small in this room, he must've hidden the goods where he could reach them quickly."
What happened next was totally unexpected by Kyle. He opened the door (it had already been cracked slightly) and came on inside to find a woman asleep in the master bed........by herself.
He was so stunned that he had to look at the woman a few times before the thought actually registered in his head. The owner of such a beautiful house was a woman... a woman! For Christ's sake. This was the least he had expected. He'd of thought that the owner would be a married man around his forties, but this?
