Address ye hai.I gave him my address. He said he lives far but he will come. I reached home and went to sleep thinking nothing of it.As soon as I woke... up, the events of yesterday all came flooding back into my memory. I just invited a complete stranger to my home, who I don’t even know what looks like, but is also a criminal and a thief. I was scared, but not for long. An image of a complete unknown man having his way with my body excited me.I showered and wore my best clothes. A figure hugging. There was a knock at the door and I peeped through the spy hole. It was him, my heart raced like crazy. I opened the door and stood nervously, the cold breeze blowing in around my naked thighs and up the skirt of my skimpy dress as he looked me up and down. A grin spread across his face and his eyes looked at me in a way no man had looked at me before. He stepped forward right up to me, grabbed my arse with one hand and pushed the door closed behind him with the other. His other hand was now on. I thought after what happened this morning that they would be hiding out. Instead they forced their way through people waiting in line to get on the chair lift with me. Both seemed to delight in taking my hand to push into the bibs and panties to feel whatever things they had stuffed inside themselves now. My dad would say they are bat shit crazy. Why do girls ignore the boys that are interested in sex with them, and then try to rape boys that aren’t?”She thought about it for a few minutes. She didn't notice the three teenage girls who had been watching her with such interest, all she heard was her radio crackle to life and tell her that a security guard had reported a possible break in.WPC Silverton was in her mid twenties and pretty in a classic mould. Tall with rounded curves she was still athletically slim and professionally aloof to the point of frigidity. It was a barmy summer's evening and she had dispensed with her hi-vis jacket and her stab vest. This left her dressed in.