Francesca (the MMA)

As you scanned the row of houses one stood out amongst the rest, isolated from the others like a lone piece of treasure. As you pulled the van closer to it, you saw a shimmering light in the downstairs window. No movement, no people, just a simple lamp light almost drawing you closer. You knew it avoid houses with lights as it probably meant people were up, but to you this seemed more like the light you leave on when you go out for the night. You chuckled thinking your smartness has just awarded you a jackpot…

You crept closer towards the window and popped your head up to get a better look. No movement, no noise: the house was clearly empty.

Putting your tools to work you jimmied the window open and crawled through. The house was indeed silent.

As you inspected the living room, you found various photographs and ornaments suggesting it was a woman’s home. You always were more comfortable breaking into a single woman’s home as from your perspective as a man you felt safer, more secure if things were to go south.

Let the stealing begin:

Everything you could find that looked worth any value at all, you chucked into your bag of goods. Photo frames, jewellery, loose change, old antiques. Absolutely everything was being stolen.

You were clearly getting carried away as you didn’t even notice the woman watching you from the end of the room.

“Excuse me.” She announced as your stealing drew to a halt. She stood, hands on hips watching you with amusement. She wore a long baggy top, tight black gym shorts and no shoes or socks. Her hair was a frilly mess, clearly just being woken up by your thievery. Her long legs were tanned and covered in various tattoos.

But most of all, she didn’t look threatened one bit.

“Alright. You’re going to put back everything you just stole from me and I might give you a second chance.”

You laughed. “And what happens if I don’t. I’m a man, you’re a woman, and I’m a threat.”

She drew a step closer, her bare feet slapping on the cold wooden floor. For the first time you were intimidated by this girls presence.

“Honey, I’m warning you. Put the items back, or I’ll make you put them back.”