I am being stalked!
It's a girl who started working at my company a few months ago. When I first met her she seemed quite normal, even though she is incredibly good looking and very sexy, but because I'm married I don't look at women in that way anymore.
I first started noticing the stalking when I went to lunch at our work's cafeteria after she'd only been working there a few days. She chose to sit at a table opposite mine and I noticed every now and then that she would look up from her lunch to look at me. She did this seven times within a space of twenty-eight minutes. A sure sign that she had a thing for me.
Over the next few weeks she kept sitting opposite me during my lunch and to make people think she wasn't following me around, she would quite often go to lunch before I got there. Throughout those lunches she would keep glancing at me. She would also deliberately wear skirts or dresses that showed off her soft, supple legs. She'd pretend to be annoyed when she noticed me staring.
But it wasn't just during lunches. She would often leave work more or less the same time when I left work. She'd follow me to the train station and often get on the same train as the one I was getting on. And even though her stop was four stops after mine she would often get off at my stop, when she was meeting up with her friends at one of the clubs close to my station. Cleverly it wasn't my local she'd go to, but one that was a bit further away. She went to that club on three separate occasions during a four week period and pretended to ignore me as I stood in the shadows while she flirted outrageously with men who weren't good enough for her. On one of these occasions she even went home with one of these scum-bags and had to take a train to the middle of nowhere before they got to his place.
She was obviously just toying with that poor scum-bag and she didn't see him again after that night due to an anonymous email she received about his intentions.
Anyway, I don't know what to do about this stalker. I know that sometimes stalkers collect personal items from their victims, but after copying a set of her house keys while she was away from her desk and then taking a day's leave to search her flat, I couldn't find any of my stuff there. She was obviously hiding it elsewhere. Her flat makes her appear quite an innocent young lady, but some of her underwear says otherwise. I made sure I kept a pair of her panties to show the police in case she goes all psycho on me one day, to prove how kinky she is. They're red and lacy and very soft on the skin.
I'm sure you can all agree that despite her faults, she needs help.
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