‘I watched her leave for work, her pert little ass wiggling away down the road. Five minutes head start was sufficient, and then I casually strolled round the back of her apartment. As I suspected, it was easy to force the catch. I let myself in and wandered around. I needed to be able to find my way in the dark, to catch her if tried to run for it and to escape if she managed to raise the alarm. Within half an hour I knew the exact number of location of the doors and windows and the precise location of every item of furniture that might get in my way. Then I practised with my eyes shut. Not bad for a first try, only two set of bruises and one grazed knuckle.<br/><br/>Time to check around. She was so neat and tidy it was just too easy. Only two bras, but piles of strings and thongs all neatly laid out in a drawer. Another held stockings and garter belts. They’d come in handy to tie her up. More practice, to ensure I could lay my hands on them in the dark. There was even a packet of condoms in the cabinet by her bed. She had thought of everything. How considerate.<br/><br/>I locked the window, wiped the surfaces I had touched and let myself out of the door. Not a bad start, but I needed more practice, a lot more if I was going to be completely confident I had my bearings.’