From College Prankster to Sex Offender: A Descent into Burglary and Obsession

I usually don't go around robbing people. It was a hobby when I was in college. I always found the thrill exciting when I sneak into someone's home and steal their things. The very thought of getting caught gave me an adrenalin rush. I had stopped when I graduated, swearing I would never do it again.

Well Its been three years since I left college. I got a free lance gig as a writer and things weren't going so well for me. I had been fired from my job because one of my co-workers filed a complaint that I sexually harassed her. Stupid bitch. She begged me to fuck her. Guess there was nothing I could do about it at the time. I've been looking for a job for the past few months but no one wanted to hire a sexual predator.

So now here I am, about to do the one thing I swore I would never do again. I looked in the mirror in my bed room and looked myself over. I was wearing my old black sweater and black slacks. I smirked slightly. I started feeling the adrenalin rush I used to when I was in college. Digging in my drawer I found my old ski mask. I shoved it in my pocket and chuckled a bit. "Welcome back old friend." I said looking in the mirror. I grabbed my bag of tools in case of emergency and walked out, locking my door, and heading to my car. Getting in I pulled off to the richer side of New York.

The homes of the rich were pretty far off from the city. The more rich someone was, the farther their home would be from the city. I drove for nearly two hours before seeing a pretty big house at

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