I just finished my nightly run when I came to a house. The feint glow of a laptop screen in an otherwise dark room and cracked window caught my eye. Slowing to a walk, I slip closer. Your moans and whimpers, a bare whisper, almost missed as I reach the crack in the window to peer inside. I see your half nude form writhing against plunging fingers on your bed, a gleam of sweat reflects the laptop light giving your pert breast a sexy glow. Your leggings were bunched below your knees and your halter top was up around your neck. I smirk as I think how easy this will be, you practically tied yourself up for me and the adjar window is a slient plea, begging for my attention. That's when I see it, the picture frozen on your laptop, a teen girl held at knife point in a dark alley. I quietly slide the window open for a closer look.

"Oh, yes little lamb," I chuckle as I pull my hulking frame through your window, "The wolf is here and I am hungry..."