The sound of breaking glass startled and silenced both girls. Alice turned off the shower, then whispered to Sam "I think we're being robbed. Try to be quiet. We're not exactly well armed you know."
Both girls stood silent, naked, and wet as they listened to the footfalls of the burglar echoing through the apartment. They huddled together, shaking with fear, not knowing what to expect next. "Shouldn't we do something?" Sam asked quietly.
"What are we going to do? Hit them with your tits?" asked an irate Alice. "In case you haven't noticed, we're both naked which makes us easy targets for rape. You want to be raped by whoever's out there?"
"Well, no" answered a sulking Sam. "But it's not your stuff they're stealing either" she added. She broke Alice's embrace and opened the bathroom door a crack. She cautiously peeked out into the living room and looked around. No one was there, which meant the burglar had to be in her bedroom. She quietly opened the bathroom closet and searched desperately for something to use as a weapon. She found a pair of scissors and her favorite bathtime pal, a three inch wide, three foot long double ended black soft jelly dildo that was aptly named "Cuntmaster." She offered the scissors to Alice.
Alice took the scissors in shocked disbelief. "And what are you going to do with that thing? Fuck them to death?"
"Have you ever been hit with one of these things? It hurts like hell, and I swing a mean one. Now let's go get whoever it is." With that said, Sam opened the door and quietly crept out of the bathroom, Alice right behind her.
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Minnorae LeCroix had just turned eighteen years old. She had spent most of her life as an orphan on the streets of New Orleans, and was highly skilled in picking pockets, begging, and thievery in general. Most of her time was spent hopping from homeless shelter to homeless shelter, except at Mardi Gras time! That's when fate treated her nicely, and she was able to live like a queen off the pockets of many a drunken reveler. It was fate that brought her to this place after Katrina hit, and it was fate that would soon introduce her to two very nervous but angry naked women.
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