Whenever he did it, he’d choose someplace that was both easy to find and yet not too obvious. An inlet, a closet, a slightly obscured corner. He didn’t want to look too desperate, though he knew he was. Sometimes he would never be caught, but just the knowledge that he could be caught was sweet enough to keep him going. Whenever he was caught though… he enjoyed that more than anything. He loved seeing the shock and disgust on the unsuspecting faces, knowing that someone like him could have affected someone like that so much, gave him more pleasure than he ever deserved.