"Saw your old lady go out. She gonna be gone for a while?" he asked.

Dina shook her head rapidly, thinking he might leave her alone if he thought her mother would be returning soon.

"Liar! She was all dolled up, man," he yelled, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. "She's out for the fuckin' night, and you're here all alone, baby… all alone with me."

Dina felt sick. He reached up, pulling the stocking slowly off his head and tucking the garment into his pocket. Then the dark haired burglar unzipped his jacket and slid it off. For a moment the girl couldn't pick up on what was going to happen, until she saw the impression of a thick roll of cockmeat pressing against the front of his Levi's. Like lightning she was stricken with the possibility of being raped.

"Oh… oh no…" she moaned.

There had been break-ins in the neighborhood. One woman several blocks down had been beaten and raped. But things like that happened in Los Angeles, in any major city. Her mother had taken precautions, she thought, to prevent break-ins. They were even talking about an alarm system or possibly a dog. But that would be in the future. For now they could only take care to lock the doors and windows every night. Obviously, that hadn't been enough!

"What's the matter, baby, it just occur to you what I'm gonna do?" the intruder taunted.

He was staring at her hotly, his fingers rubbing along the sides of his fly. She saw that impression become more pronounced, pressing up against the faded blue denim.

"No!" Dina shouted as she jumped back in a panic. Her eyes raced about the room in search of something she could use for self-defense. There was nothing. He had her blocked from even the table lamp. Her heart pounded against her rib cage. A strange buzzing filled her head as the big stud inched toward her.