My secretary was away from her desk, at lunch, I think. The phone was ringing. Her cubicle was not directly in front of my door. I answered the phone but no one was there. I went looking for her. Some guy got onto the floor and I saw him in my office. There was something odd about him. He sweated. A lot. He ran off, and when I got back into my office, I saw that he had stolen my purse.

Stupid of me not to keep the drawer locked. The office manager sent memos around warning all of us. I ignored them. I didn't so much ignore it as not give it much thought because it didn't impinge directly on my work day.

That's pretty much the whole story, except that the guy of course had my keys and knew where I lived from my checkbook stubs. He got into my house and messed up some of my things. He took some stereo equipment and he masturbated into my underwear.

He called me several times at work. I changed my locks at home, installed better security including an alarm system. The police traced his call and got him. That was all.