Relieved when he found the door locked, he glanced over his shoulder and slid a pick from his pocket. In a matter of seconds, he entered the house and closed the door behind him. He shook his head at the faint beeping of her poor excuse for an alarm. With little attention to detail, he removed his pocket knife from his pocket, pried the cover from the unit, and cut the wires to silence the alarm. Once the room was bathed in silence, he climbed the stairs. The strong scent of cotton candy filled the air as he approached the first bedroom at the top of the stairs with the door open wide. Once he stepped inside, the sickeningly sweet sugary smell invaded his senses and taunted his libido. Hell, he always did have an overactive sweet tooth. He paused outside the bathroom door and heard the sound of swishing water. There were a couple of ways to work this. He could use his method of choice, the element of surprise, and beat on the door until the hinges rattled to make sure she knew he was here.
