Date: Tue, 15 Jan 2002 18:29:41 EST
From: Wainaker@aol.com
Subject: Bad Boys (auth)

The other evening I arrived home from a night out. You know sometimes you get
the feeling that something is not quite right? I inserted the key in the
front door of my typically single guys single story home. The wind was
knocked out of me as the body rushed passed me, a second body made for the
door but something gave me the energy to reach out and grab at it. A loud
crack emitted from what I could only assume to be the body colliding with the
front door and then the stillness. I stood up and turned on the hall light.
My first thought was that I had disturbed burglars. On looking down at the
fallen body I gazed on the body of a lad who could not have been more than
fifteen or sixteen. I dragged him to his feet, slammed the door and muttering
some obscenities to myself hauled him through the dark hallway to the lounge.
He was still not sure of his surroundings as I grabbed a tie that I had left
on the back of a chair and tied his wrist firmly to the door handle leaving
him to slump back to the floor. Nothing seemed to be disturbed in the lounge,
kitchen or bathroom. As I entered my bedroom that feeling of knowing hit me
again. It was a mess. My bed had been used, my underwear had been strewn
around. Closer examination showed wet stains on the sheets and some of my
underwear. I could see that my TV remote had been used. The low hum of my
internal security cameras could only just be heard as I turned them off with
the remote. I returned to the lounge. The boy was now standing and struggling
with the tie on his wrist. His eyes met mine as I looked him over. Five foot
seven about nine stone, brown eyes, short brown hair and features that took
my breath. His cute nose, accentuated lips and thick eyebrows made my heart
skip a beat. He wore black jeans and tee shirt with navy deck shoes with
those trainer socks.

He began to mumble and mutter as he tried in vein to undo the tie that held
him fast to the door handle. On seeing me standing there looking at him he
stopped. I realised then that I knew him or at least recognised him. He was a
boy from the local grammar school. The cross country run route goes past my
back garden through the woods and I recognised him from some security tape
footage where he and another boy stopped and took an interest in my garden
just last week. The tape showed the two standing at the top of the bank in
their school running shorts (dark blue) and white running vests.

Now here was one of them caught red handed in my home. The first audible
words he spoke were. Don't do any of that stuff to me please sir! When I saw
the photo sticking out of his back pocket I realised that they had found my
photo album. The picture he had should have given him cause for concern. It
did for the lad in it who was suspended in the garage naked and with very red
arse cheeks?

To be continued....

Any ideas/input would be most welcome: Wainaker@aol.com