Devonshire Street is nestled in a quiet suburban area of Lancashire. It contains an almost identical series of modest semi detached houses, painted in a conforming range of non flamboyant colours. It's residents are middle class, hard working families and the odd ageing pensioner. Living together peacefully apart from the odd argument over loud children or car parking.
The fly in the ointment for this peacefulness was William Kenny, he lived with his mother in number 20. Since his father left when he was 12 it's safe to say he went off the rails. Along with his friends, all graffiti, robberies and petty vandalism could be traced back to him. Never proven, as he smugly announced any time the finger was pointed at him.
Sarah Kenny, his mother, had all but given up on him. She worked an office job 5 days a week and would return home to either messages from his school or complaints from a neighbour. If she questioned him all she got was obscenities and backchat, physically he was already too big for her to chastise. So she had to endure the scornful looks of the neighbours.
Mrs Danvers lived in the last house on the road, number 25. Her house was a replica of herself, immaculately put together and precise in its arrangement. She was stridently attractive, a tall glacial beauty with long red hair always perfectly in place. She was stunning and intimidating in equal measure. You had to look but you daren't get caught looking.
As she parked her car, she glared at the three boys spread out on her wall. Elegantly exiting the car, she strode towards the figures. She stopped in front of William, clearly the leader of the three.
"Kindly remove yourselves from my wall, please gentlemen," her voice soft and smooth.
"What's in for us?" leered William.
His smirk dropped when he saw Miss Danvers sever look towards him. "What was that boy?" She towered over him, her gaze burning into his eyes.
"well erm i said .." he stumbled over the words, his face reddening as his confidence waned.
"Sorry what boy, i can't make out your mumblings", she mocked him with a severe smile.
"I er .. nothing.. sorry," William struggled to reply. His friends muffled laughs behind him strengthening his embarrassment, his face burning in shame.
"Well i think you and your little friends should vacate my wall and run along, don't you?" she held out her leather gloved hand and pointed the direction.
"Come on," William mumbled to his friends and turned away. He walked head down, trying to keep his flushed red face from them. More importantly from her, why had he crumbled so easily from that woman. His anger grew within as he muttered obscenities to himself, ignoring his friends ridicule. She would pay for that, he vowed.
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William kept a watch on her house for the next few days, just waiting for an evening when she would go out. He'd made up his mind to break in to her house and give her some payback. Vandalism or burglary he hadn't quite decided on yet, that would come on the night. She had no alarm box so he was sure that would be no problem, just waiting his time. He'd soon wipe that smirk of her face.
At seven she left the house, striding out to her car and pulling away down the street. Now was the time for William, he grabbed a bag of tools and slipped out. The fence was easily climbed and her back door no problem for his crowbar. Everything was as he excepted, clean and tidy, immaculate in its precision.
William moved upstairs to the bedroom, thats were the jewellery or money would be kept he was sure. The bedroom was filled with her perfume, the odour swam around him. He sat on the four poster bed as he slipped open her drawers, his mouth dropped open as he found her underwear drawer. William ran his hands through the flimsy delicate garments, picking up a small pair of red lace panties.
Bringing them to his face he inhaled them and grinned as got his idea for his revenge. 'this is for you, stuck up bitch,' and unzipped his jeans. He stood, masturbating as he covered his face the crotch of the panties. Picturing her wearing nothing but these tiny panties, he drooled into them as he stroked. With a groan he ejaculated over her drawers and mirror, "take that you stuck up cow.'
Picking up a handful of jewellery into his pocket, he wiped his cock on the panties. As he crept down the stairs, he beamed with self satisfaction. No women was going to better him.
"Did you enjoy yourself boy?" questioned the strident female voice.
William froze, he knew that voice but she was out. As he turned he saw her, elegantly sitting cross legged on the sofa glaring at him.
Miss Danvers could barely contain her distain for the despicable pathetic boy who stood before her. Her voice grew louder and sterner, "i asked you a question boy, did you enjoy yourself?"
Wiliam's mind spun as the permutations of his predicament flashed in his head, how was he going to get out of this. With her question he could only shake his head and mumble an apology.
"You disgusting little toad," she pointed towards the television. The recording of William masturbating in her underwear was showing before him. "Last time i spoke to your mother, she told me your 18th had just been. So now your no longer a juvenile, you'll be sentenced for this as an adult." She stood upright, "and this, you little pervert is enough to go on the sex offenders registration."
"Oh No!" he whined as tears came to his eyes. He leaned back against a table to keep from collapsing, "please don't tell the police. I'll make it up to you, please i'll do anything." The tears fell down his cheeks as he pleaded.