The three teenage boys watched as the moving van pulled away from the rancher sitting at the end of Scull lane. From their vantage point in the pines neighboring the backyard, they could see the Smith's loading up their station wagon.
It was a warm fall day and they laid prone on the pine needles, watching as Karen Smith carefully bent over and placed her toddler in his car seat. All three of the boys groaned and ground their loins into the soft needles, as they focused on Karen's shapely rear-end straining against her tight shorts.
"Sure would like some of that," Grant said to his companions.
"Like you would know what to do with a piece of ass like that," said Kenny, the oldest of the three.
"Yea, right!" chimed in Bobby.
They continued their vigil until the Smiths were loaded up and drove their eight year-old car out the driveway and headed towards their new destination. As the sun was starting to set, the three young men trotted in at an angle to the rear of the rancher. Being the last home on Scull lane, they avoided being seen by any of the neighbors as they jimmied a bedroom window and left themselves into the house.
Partially closing the window behind them, they noticed that the Smiths were fairly neat, but had left behind an old bed and some other furniture of little value. Quickly checking out the kitchen, they were rewarded with several long neck bottles of lite-beer and also some partially filled liquor and wine bottles in one of the cabinets.
Grant and Bobby each started on the beer, while Kenny found a glass and some ice in the freezer. He poured himself some bourbon and drank a small portion while adjusting to its heat. Thirty minutes later, all three young men were basking in an alcoholic glow when they heard a car approaching and turning into the driveway.
On alert, Bobby ran to bedroom bordering the driveway and peered out the window. He returned a few seconds later, "It's the owner's wife, and she's getting out of the car!"
Kenny ordered the other two to get out of sight, and he took up a position in the hallway next to the main living room.
Cindy wanted to check on the condition of their house, soon after the Smiths moved out. Her husband had rented the rancher to the young couple and was still in possession of their $750 security deposit. If the house was in decent shape they would forward the money, since they had been good tenants
Using her key, Cindy went in the rear entrance and quickly unlocked the door. She made a quick trip to bathroom located next to the laundry. She really needed to go after an hour's drive. When finished, she washed her hands and opened the door.
As she proceeded down the hallway to the kitchen, a strong hand was clasped over her mouth and she was roughly pulled up against a tall attacker. She froze when she saw the knife waving in front of her eyes by her assailant's free hand.
He whispered in her ear, "If you scream or fight me, I'll cut you real bad. Do you understand?"
She nodded her head in his grasp, and she felt him lower the hand from her mouth.He quickly wrapped it around her waist. "Please don't hurt me, I'll give you whatever you want."
"That's right bitch, you will give us whatever we want! Now get down on the floor and keep your head down and your eyes closed."
Cindy, quickly lay prone on the carpet, face down. Her arms were pulled behind her back and her hands were bound with an electric cord or something like it. Her heart and breathing were racing, and she felt and heard more footsteps coming into the living room where she lay.
A dark silk scarf was wrapped twice around her head and over her eyes. She was never so scared in her life, and was afraid her heart would burst out of her chest. Several strong hands were now pulling her back up to her feet and she was being lead into another room.
"Now, you be nice to us, and I promise we won't hurt you, Okay?" She nodded again, and started to get her emotions under control.
The young man, or was it a boy talking to her sounded sincere, so she started to calm down somewhat. She walked with them into what she thought was the master bedroom. When they sat her down on the old four-poster bed that she had allowed the Smith's to use, her suspicions were confirmed.