It isn’t until I go upstairs that I realize somebody is home. Just my fucking luck. They told the neighbors they were going on vacation. Boarded the dogs, stopped the paper. But here I am in the bedroom and somebody is in the shower. A woman, from the smell of the soap.
I search the dresser. Two Rolexes in one of those self-winder cases. A diamond engagement ring on the nightstand. I’d like to find some cash, but there isn’t time.
Then the water is turned off and out she comes, wrapped in a towel. She looks right at me.
Oh doesn’t seem like the choices he’s considering are going to be in her best interest! Sinister little tale.
Terrifying discovery for her! You’ve set the scene well. I don’t want to know what happens next.
OOPS! Busted!
Sounds like he inadvertantly went to the wrong house! Run!
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Is she a thief as well 😉 That would be a twist and a half.
This is a man who needs cash quick. A drug addict perhaps. He feels he has no choice other than to steal whatever he can as quickly as he can. And he’s caught. I guess if she keeps her head she’ll escape unscathed.
Oh, that was no place to stop the story. There are so many possibilities.
I hope she has some kind of weapon tucked under that towel.