In the busy city of down town New York, with so, so many people coming and going from one place to another, it was just right for a common thief to snatch a persons purse or handbag and no one would be the wiser, this sort of thing happens nearly all the time, most people who live in New York are used to thieves. So one lone thief already had this in his mind and all that was needed was a helpless victim, a young woman, or a teen-aged girl, this thief had class and style, for example: He would never dare steal from an old lady, he consider such an act beneath him.

The thief was called Carl Slater, he had sandy brown hair that was near to blonde in colour, his eyes were baby blue, which made him look cute, he tried to match such looks with a silly half moustache and a goatee beard. Which absolutely looked ridiculous, but he was one out of many funny looking people in the streets of New York, which was why no one was paying Carl any attention, which helped Carl all the more better to snatch a girl’s handbag and run, most young women or teen-aged girls carry lots of credit cards with them, and sometimes cash.

Carl was a genius when it came to credit cards, he could get money with them, buy anything he wanted and of course it was not his money he was spending, how he managed to get away with this, was his little secret, though lots of clever people are able to use other peoples cards if they know how too, but most of these people get caught. Carl delighted in the fact, that he was the only one so far that had never had gotten caught, it was in fact a world record, though of course, not officially. Carl was your typical down an out college student, he was 18 years old and he made his living off, of other peoples misfortunes.

But he was not too bright, in the sense, he always spent what he stole on video games, CD’s, DVD’s, mostly porn and magazines of the same kind. He would spend every dollar and every dime until he was poor again and needing yet even more money, so yes in this sense Carl was not as smart as he liked to think that he was, typical of a boy of his character. Carl was only 5ft 4in tall, but it was a pretty good height, not too tall and not too small, only an inch away from being 5ft 5in tall, some may consider the perfect height that is neither too tall or too small.

Carl used his near mid height to his advantage, as it was easier to snatch a handbag from girls or women that were usually always within the 5ft tall area in height, where as nearly most boys can grow to be at 6ft near to 7ft in height. There was a lot of potential victims to chose from, but there was one girl that was the same age as he was that Carl liked the look of and she was the perfect victim.

She had knock out looks for a start, long shimmering blonde hair, sapphire blue eyes, was exactly 5ft 5in tall with a figure to die for and she had around her left shoulder a big, bright red handbag, a gleaming one at that. Nearly half the people in the streets of New York could not help notice her. Even her 5in high heals matched her handbag and she wore a near see-through short white dress, her bright red underwear was near showing through that getting a lot of attention, manly from guys of course.

That sent wolf whistles her way. Who was this girl? With that much attention being drawn to her, no one is much going to pay any real attention to him snatching that red handbag, he would ditch it of course and only take its contents. There was plenty of alley ways with dumpsters and Carl knew where every alley way was that had a dumpster in it, then again, most alley ways had them. That big bright red handbag now seem to beckon to Carl, begging to be snatched. Carl could no longer resist the urge, as more eyes now fell upon the drop dead gorgeous blonde bomb shell 18 year old girl.

Carl immediately ran past and snatched the handbag right off the girl’s shoulder, with such force, he had knocked her over, her skirt was so short that it revealed more of bright red underwear, Carl could not ask for a more perfect distraction than that. The young girl was none too happy about that and cried out sounding like a typical ditsy blonde. “Say. That guy stole my handbag.” Two men looked at her drooling at the mouth and the big over sized one next to the skinny tall bloke, said.

“Don’t worry Doll, we will catch the Punk for you.”
“Yeah. That’s right.” Uttered the skinny fellow with a great big grin on his face. “We’ll get that Punk for you and brink back that lovely handbag of yours.”
“Why thank you fellas.” Replied the blonde girl all demur like batting her long eyelids. And so the unlikely dynamic due set off to go after Carl. He had a head start anyway and soon he was in an alley way and he began to quickly go through the contents. “What? No purse! Man, there has got to be one in here somewhere.” Said Carl in complete and utter dismay.

Much to Carl’s utter shear shock and disbelief, there was no purse of any kind inside of that big red handbag, he rummaged and rummaged through lots and lots of make up, some sexy underwear, and the only real thing of any real value was a mobile phone. The only real problem, was that it was bright pink. Carl looked at it in disgust.  “Man what a girlie mobile phone this is, that is so typical of a dumb blonde, but how did she manage to pay for all this stuff without her purse? Maybe she had it hidden in her cleavage! It wouldn’t really surprise me. This may come in useful, hmm. I like the virgin white sexy lingerie with the pink lace trim, that is so sexy and hot, I’ll dump the rest.”

Remarked Carl, he had of course no intentions of wearing the underwear, they were so that he could masturbate into them with. Carl dumped the red handbag and ran before those two guys could stop him. But they had turned up to see where he had dumped the handbag, they managed to retrieve it and return it to the blonde damsel. Much to their dismay and disappointment, she was gone.
“Say, you there.” said the big guy to someone near by. “Did you see where that young gorgeous blonde babe went too?” The person who they had stopped was a guy, but he gave them a worried look, but he replied to him.

“What blonde babe?” The big guy did not look too pleased. “You could not have possibly missed her, she was right here only a few moments ago with this big red handbag here.” Said Carl, showing the guys the handbag that he had stolen. “We have not seen any girl or that handbag, so what are you doing with it punk?” The first guy said in a nasty tone of voice. Carl looked nervous. I stole it of course.” Replied Carl

“Then you are an idiot, we shall take this to the police and let them handle matters, consider this your lucky break.” Said the big guy and  walked off in disgust, thinking the guy he had intimidated must be one of those guys that walks around with his eyes half shut or stuck reading a news paper than to have notice such a vision of perfect beauty. He got to a police station and gave an accurate description of the blonde girl, the police looked into the matter, but no one could recall ever seeing such a girl or remember the big red bag they were now holding at the New York Police Department.

In the end the two guys ended up being questioned under suspicion and they had not got a good enough look of Carl to be able to give his description. Carl had concealed the underwear and the mobile phone. And he had soon returned to his one bedroom apartment, which the rent on it was now long overdue. Carl had been meaning to pay that off using the money he steals. But of course he keeps spending it all and he has an eviction notice, so he was hoping his next steal would make him rich enough to do both, pay off his rent and still spend everything else.

But his thieving ways this time round had not paid off. Carl now desperately hoped that he could make good use of the mobile phone, maybe had all of the girls bank details on it. He was a Wiz with mobiles so it did not take long to figure out the pass word to unlock the phone. And began to search through files he could find on it, it was a modern day mobile that had internet, it had a built in function for keeping information like addresses, even a diary, things like that and so on. There had to be some personal bank details somewhere. Carl looked and looked, but nothing, but there was a secret diary of some kind, that was pass word protected, but Carl had cracked that in a matter of moments, he was so proud of what he could do.

The title of the diary had caught his eye. It read: ‘Diary Of A Mistress.’
“Day One, go out shopping to the Mall and buy one big red handbag, buy make up and sexy underwear. WHAT?” Called out Carl in shock as he had read the diary entry, but that was all that was in it. But it had described the events exactly to how they went. Carl checked the rest of the diary. it was blank. It did not make any sense what so ever. “Mistress, yeah right, that blonde girl is nothing of the sort, Diary Of A Mistress, what a dumb title, typical of a dumb blonde.” Remarked Carl, suddenly his door bell rang and hardly the postman used it or anyone else for that matter, never mind actually knock on his door.

So naturally Carl was very alarmed when his door bell rang. Carl went to see who was at the door, to his shock and disbelief, an NYPD Police Man was there at his front door. His face had gone a little pale, but Carl tried to remain as perfectly calm as possible. “Yes officer, um how can I help?” Carl had no idea what to say. He was dreading those immortal words ‘Carl Slater, you are under arrest.’ But the Police officer smiled casually at him as he said. “Carl Slater, does this handbag belong to you?” Carl’s face went paler than white as the police officer before him produced a big red handbag and held it up right before him.

“No.”
“It has your name and address on it, look.” Remarked the police officer as he indicated to a label that was inside of the handbag, which Carl had not notice before when he had rummaged through it earlier. But sure enough there it was and on the label was Carl’s name and address, which shocked Carl only even more. “Officer I. I. I can explain.” The police officer cut Carl off in mid sentence and said abruptly. “Look kid, I don’t really care what you are into, so long as you keep it to your self, you can have what ever fetish you like. Here, just take your property back and be grateful it was handed in. Oh some guys wanted to know if there was a reward for handing it in, is there?”

Enquired the officer. Carl was not sure what to say, but to prevent the officer from becoming suspicious, he took the handbag, not knowing why he placed it over his left shoulder. “Err, um. Sorry officer no, there is no reward.” The officer smiled as he glanced at the big red handbag hang down now from Carl’s left shoulder, he looked like a complete and utter idiot with it of course. But being as thin as he was, his hair was actually quite long and if it was not for the fact it was a mess, his moustache and his goatee beard being also in a mess, Carl would most likely make a pretty good looking girl.