Joe knew he was sick, and it lead to a host of social dysfunction between himself and the outside world. He became paranoid with age - fearing encounters with neighbors and other people within his community. Somehow, he believed that they knew all about him. He sensed that they spoke of him in whispers behind his back. None of this was true of course, yet paranoia can be a very crippling thing emotionally and Joe had a very bad case of it. A chronic masterbator, he seldom went any less than three times a day jacking off in front of his computer, or even in the restroom of his place of employment - the local baby furniture store. Joe had strategically placed himself in this line of work so that he could have access to employment opportunities within that particular store. The day they hired him it was like a dream come true. For the store not only possessed baby furniture, but it had a small nursery in the back where parents placed their toddlers while they were shopping. Being one of the few employees in the store, Joe was often asked to take a turn watching over the little tikes in the nursery. If was a requirement that all store employees had to fulfill reluctantly when it was their turn on the schedule. Except for Joe. Outwardly he pretended to dislike watching the small children, but inside he couldn't wait for his turn on the schedule.

Ironically, the nursery had no cameras installed as of yet. The store was in desperate need of renovation and cameras where not part of the store budget. With the economy in the tank at the moment, the store was struggling just to stay afloat in the market place and remain compeditive. Store prices were very low, so they tended to get customers of the low income variety. Women with minimal skills and low education often shopped there - bringing their white trash kids with them as well. When Joe's turn came up to watch the children, he spent the majority of his tour of duty helping the kids build blocks and watch their little butts and crotches from behind whenever they had their backs to him. Some were still in diapers, while others wore overhauls, shorts, and panties. Joe's favorite kind of tots were the three year old girls with frilly dresses. Whenever they bent over or climbed the miniature sliding board, Joe was awarded an excellent view of their cute little panties underneath. Joe was obssessed with upskirt voyarism, and this neat little job offered him many sweet stolen glimpses which fueled his tank for several masturbation sessions in the store bathroom later on. Despite these excellent visual opportunities, physical contact was a no no within the store rules for obvious reasons. The store couldn't afford any law suits or problems of that nature, so the store employees were limited to visual babysitting only.

That all changed for one brief night however, when Joe was assigned to close the store. His other three co-workers (including his boss), had left for the evening and all the customers had finished their shopping. It was nearing 9:00 PM closing time and Joe had set about sweeping the floor and checking the shelves for any loose or misplaced items. He had already done his register accounting and placed the cash in the nearby safe in the back room. After the last of the isles had been swept and checked, Joe headed for the circuit breaker to turn off the majority of the store lights when he heard a faint knock at the window in the front of the store. Changing direction, he headed toward the front to find a mother in her early 20's and her little girl at the window. Joe recognized her from many store encounters in the past. Her name was Diane and her daughter's name was Emily. Joe knew that she was a sweet 3 year old toddler thanks to past conversations with her mother. The young mom looked very anxious as if she had forgotten something, but Joe had not seen her in the store earlier that day - nor that particular week for that matter. His familiarity with her put him at ease immediately and he quickly unlocked the store front and let her in. ......(cont)