Nate was a slim, wiry, but muscular young man. In his line of work, you have to be. He was a kid of the streets. His father taught him from the age of 7 how to break into places without making any noise and without leaving a trace. However, where his father was a very large man who had to take great care not to break anything getting into houses, Nate was slender enough to slide into even the smallest of entryways.

So needless to say, his father Leeroy made more and more use of him as they moved their schemes further away from the neighborhoods that they knew. Now that Nate was sixteen and could be sent to Juvenile Hall, they also had to get smarter. In their most recent robberies, they performed two break-ins, one to “scope the place out”, learn the home’s weaknesses, and one to get the job done. It worked out a lot better in suburbia when you knew what to expect.

This afternoon, Leeroy led Nate up to another typical-looking house, yet another treasure trove of valuables nestled in a home that was the clone of all those near it. He took his son to the side.

“Nate, I’ve been scoping this place out for a couple of days now. These folks look like they’re in and out all the time; they all seem to keep their own separate schedules. Luckily, these types are the types that usually WRITE DOWN what they’re doing every day. So, we’ll need to take this one slow. I saw one woman, one girl, and one man. The woman’s the hottest redheaded bitch you’ve probably ever seen; she kinda looks like that Angie Everhart mixed with Peggy Bundy trash.”

“You know the type, curves in all the right places and then a little something extra all around. The girl is a skinny little blonde, looks about your age. Hot as hell, but definitely jailbait. The man? Well, let’s just say the balding little weasel doesn’t look like he’ll give us any trouble, as long as he doesn’t know anything. You know the deal. You get in, do your scoping, take as much time as you need, and then find your own way home. I’ll be expecting some damn good info when you get back. If you get caught, just book it like I taught you. No streets, just keep low. Got it?”

“Alright Dad, I can do this.”

“Don’t fuck this one up, this looks like the mother lode right here, these people look like they’re almost ready to move to a new house, which means this one is filled to the brim with the best crap. Got it?”

“Right.”

Leeroy got into his truck and sped off, leaving Nate to get the job done. Being early afternoon, it was the perfect time to get in before anyone else was around. In these kinds of neighborhoods, the kids were still at school, the man at work, and the wife was out doing whatever wives do during the day. He would have probably an hour or so before anyone came back. Since most of the families in this neighborhood were almost the same, the whole area was like a ghost town. Perfect.

Nate walked back behind the house, making sure to stay low to the hedge just in case there was anyone around. Once he hopped the fence into the backyard, he took a look around.

“Man, these people are obviously pretty rich, but they sure don’t spend much time around here,” Nate thought to himself. The backyard was mostly bare, except for a lonely-looking barbecue grill propped up against the siding. Nate approached the back door and tried it out. Locked, of course, but you always try the simple things first. He then tried the sliding glass door on the patio. It slid right open!

“Man, what idiots, what’s the point of locking the back then?”

He walked casually into the house and started looking around. Beautiful retro furniture everywhere, even an old-style refrigerator. A ‘fridge that just happened to have everyone’s schedules on it, perfect. He took a good long look at it. The names? We’ve got Wendell, Elizabeth, and Jessica. It looks like Wendell is some sort of corporate salesman; he has travel plans listed all over the schedule. It looks like he was just out yesterday to a city on the coast for a meeting with a client. He is scheduled to be back late tonight, then he’s not out of town again until next week.

“Damn, that sucks.”

Elizabeth’s schedule looks pretty empty. Looks like she makes her own schedule. The only things listed on hers are bingo nights and some get-together next week with some girlfriends. Looks like she’s going to be home tonight as well. Jessica had her school schedule, and it looks like she’s in Junior Varsity cheerleading. The schedule shows her spending the night over at her boyfriend’s house.

“Man, they’ll let girls get away with anything now.”

Looking around some more, he took a mental inventory of all the valuables and their locations. He scanned out the house for all the places where they may hide their valuables, along with hiding places just in case he might almost get caught. Looks like the main bedroom had a TV and a nice large closet with blinds that you could see out of but not into. Perfect. He went back downstairs and found a picture of the family, which confirmed everything that his dad said and more.

The wife was one of the hottest older women he’d ever seen. Even though she looked well into her 40s, she had those big puffy lips that you would just love to see around your cock. Voluptuous and sexy, and fiery red hair to boot. He got a little stiff just looking at her. The daughter looked like that skinny little blonde from American Beauty. Cute, but not really his type. Too small. He liked some meat on his women. The man was just as wimpy, small, and weasely looking as the old man said.