I enlarged the hole with a drill-mounted rotary rasp until the camera fit the hole. Then supports were screwed in and it was connected to a commercial... video recorder used in high-security installations. I stood it on end so that it would fit in the hole and plugged it into the outlet as well. Let my damned sneak-thief come in again. I'd have his face recorded in high resolution over both infra-red and visible light. I covered over the top opening with another precast cement brick that I'd cut. I have to admit I was very hard bodied way back then. I still remember what James told the gurls and some guys…"He's a breeder." I love that phrase!To back up a bit, early on, well… puberty hit and I discovered that washing the Willie was great fun. I would lock myself in the bathroom on and off 5 or 6 times a day to whack-off. Hell, I would masturbate any time and any place when I thought no one was looking. I then graduated to fingers and anything else I could stick my ass. Mom almost caught. "Who?" she shouted leaning into Cassie's ear."Paul Flynn" Cassie shouted back, wondering why people even try to talk in a club."You called?" a sultry voice said into Cassie's ear, sending cold chills down her spine.She spun around and was face to face with Paul, who had a wicked grin creeping across his luscious lips."Wanna dance?" he asked as the last song ended and the hypnotizing beat of Prince started to emanate from the large speakers."Sure..." Cassie replied as she took his hand and he. It was devastating, because, even mad, she oozed the kind of sexuality that went with her twenty-six-year-old pussy lips. I knew she was seventeen, but I was also convinced that she had as much, if not more sexual experience than I did, and I'd never tumbled to that fact prior to this night.I felt like a country bumpkin on his first night in the city, facing a thousand dollar a night call girl.And all I came up with to say was, "Why'd you get that for me?" I think I might have whined.