"Not again!" Growled Jerry out loud as he saw the broken glass of his window on his front door, "I'll beat the shit out of the little bastards."
He pushed the unlocked front door open. This was the third time in six months that he had been broken into. He looked around the living room as he closed the door. Nothing had been disturbed there. He looked through the kitchen and saw his entire liquor stash on the counter, in a box ready to go.
"Must have scared the little pricks off when the car came in the drive way." He thought to himself. He surveyed the kitchen and then carried on his inspection and went upstairs to see if anything else had been disturbed. He thought he heard a click of a door, but dismissed that thought, as he was sure the adrenalin was playing tricks with his ears. Then he noticed something out of place; a small piece of shirt was sticking outside of the closet in his bedroom.
"Hmmm," He thought to himself, pondering his next move. He looked around and could only find an umbrella within reach. Then he called to the closet door. "Come on out of there."
There was silence.
"Get the fuck out of there, before I start shooting lead into the closet." Bluffed Jerry, as he didn't even own a gun. "That was brave." He thought to himself, what if it's some two hundred and fifty pound martial arts expert that comes out of the closet.
Suddenly without warning a small masked intruder emerged from the closet dashing quickly towards the door.
"Oh no you don't." Yelled Jerry as he grabbed onto the black sweatshirt.
He spun the masked intruder around and struck the intruder in the abdomen, winding his adversary. He pinned the intruder's arm and twisted it in a painful awkward hold.
"Lay still you bastard." Jerry barked as he applied pressure to his hammerlock. The intruder winched under the pressure. Jerry maneuvered around so he had a free hand to unmask the intruder.
"Lets see who we have here, before I break your arm." Jerry growled as he reached around to unmask his unwelcome houseguest.
Jerry gasped with astonishment as he unmasked the intruder. He was expecting some early twenties unshaven man. Instead it was the teenaged girl he had seen hanging around the pool area of the townhouse complex.
"You're hurting my arm." Whined the girl.
"You're lucky I don't break it." Answered Jerry adding a little more pressure to the hammerlock. "Why are you ripping me off? Why do you keep breaking in here? What are you stealing this time?"
"I didn't do the other break-ins. I was only after your liquor. I'm not quite nineteen yet so I can't buy it for myself." Confessed the Girl. "I've seen some of your parties, you wouldn't have missed it."
"Well, I'm sick and tired of getting broken into." Jerry told her, "I'm sick of fixing these break-ins, and sick of paying the insurance deductibles. The Canadian justice system is such a joke, so maybe I'll have to take justice into my own hands."
"What do you mean by that?" Asked the girl.
"Well our judges will probably give you a slap on the wrist." Jerry relaxed his hold on her and shoved her roughly back to the floor. "So it's time for some real justice. Get undressed."
"What?" Asked the Girl again.
"You heard me." Said Jerry "I have some insurance deductibles to work off with you. Get undressed. Now!"
"I'll scream rape." Retorted the girl with a smirk as she rose to her feet. "We'll see who gets justice then"
Jerry didn't give her a chance. He charged her and tackled her, this time on the bed. He pushed her face into the pillow, and her screams were muffled. He resumed his hammerlock, while forcing her face into the big, oversized, fluffy pillows. He looked around and found one of his neckties. He was able to tie both of her hands behind her back while keeping her face buried into the oversized pillow. He reached over to his night table and took out a washcloth flipped the girl onto her back and stuffed it into her mouth.
