Traffic was a nightmare tonight, so when I finally make it home and see that there is an excellent parking space I got all excited. And then I saw him, my stalker, standing outside in the rain. So I do a loop, he’s still there. So I do another loop, he’s still fucking there, so I go to crack-head McDonalds - go through the drive-thru buy only a coke and then come I back. Whew, he’s no longer outside. I go inside and who is checking his “mail?” you guessed it – my stalker. Awesome.
So we catch the elevator together. My jackets open and he keeps staring at my chest. Damn you dress that makes my cleavage look great. I really must find a house and fast. It’s funny how nine hours can change your day. In the morning I was on the elevator with the hot dude from my building, he offered to hold his umbrella over me while I went to my car, but the stupid rain had stopped when we got outside.
CW
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