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quiet as a mouse, as predatory as a lion stalking its prey.  Damon searched inside any place where valuables or cash could be hidden – the knickknacks lining the ledge above the fireplace, the decorative canisters that sat along one of the windowsills, inside the urn that, much to his disgust, held ashes.  He found nothing, so he stalked back into the kitchen and rummaged through the freezer.  He found a bottle of vodka that he decided on a whim he would like to have, so he set it aside on the counter to collect on his way out.  Right in the very depths of the freezer, Damon found his hand closing around a small bag.  He tugged it out and grinned evilly when he saw it was a wad of bills in a zipped plastic baggie.  He pocketed that, too.
    Quietly, Damon made his way down the short hall, glancing inside each open door to find a bathroom, a laundry room, and a vacant bedroom before he found the room with the woman.  She was on her back, her face soft and relaxed in sleep.  Damon crept into the bedroom, nerves making his chest feel tight.  Near the window, perpendicular to the bed where the woman lay, was a dresser.  He went there first, pocketing any jewelry he found.  Anything he thought may be worth some value, he took.  He would find a way to make it into cash.  When he was done searching, he walked to the side of the bed.  The moonlight shining through the windows gave him minimal light, and he could see she was older than his seventeen years, that was certain.  Damon guessed twenty-five.  He didn’t care about her age.  He was a seventeen-year-old virgin, and his hormones were raging.  The woman slept naked, that much he could tell, because the blankets had slipped down, exposing her tits.  The image had Damon’s cock hardening in his pants, and an uncontrollable hunger flooding his veins. 
    Noticing the earbuds in her ears, Damon realized that was the reason she hadn’t heard the glass shattering or him searching through her house.  None of that mattered then, though, because he was about to fuck her, and she didn’t get a say in any of it.  He tugged down his pants before slowly peeling the blanket down further to expose her naked body.  He wrapped his hand around his length, like he had done many times before, and began stroking himself while he watched her.  The fact that she didn’t know he was there only made his blood pump harder.  This hadn’t been part of the plan, but Damon knew he couldn’t walk away without taking everything he wanted from her.  Grinding his teeth together, he let the mouthwatering lust he felt consume him. He lurched forward and wrapped a hand around her neck while simultaneously mounting her hips so she couldn’t kick at him. 
    She startled awake, and he leaned close to her whispering, “Shut your fucking mouth, bitch, and do as I tell you.”  The scared female beneath him tried to let out a fearful scream, but Damon tightened his hands around her neck.  “Quiet,” he ordered.  She nodded frantically as best she could with his hands slowly cutting of her air supply.
    Then Damon took what he wanted from the woman’s body, before he left, disappearing into the dark night.  She was his first – his first sexual encounter, his first robbery, and the first and only time he left a living victim of his behind. 

CHAPTER FOUR
     
    When Damon closed his notebook as his story came to an end, I felt like I would vomit.  Being the person I was, I didn’t want to judge him, that was God’s job, so I pushed all judgement aside, and said a silent prayer of thanks that he was incarcerated and not roaming the streets, still committing crimes.
    “I freaked you out,” he surmised, a hint of defeat clouding his assessing eyes.
    “No… I mean, yes.  But,” I stammered before swallowing to stall.  “What I mean to say is, yes, what you just shared freaked me, but I’ll be fine.  I’m a tough cookie,” I assured him.  “That’s not to say, your