My First Day as a Stalker

My sunglasses made it impossible for her to know I watched. She purchased red wine, 19 Crimes Cabernet to be exact, and Boar’s Head sharp cheddar cheese. Her dark hair, dark eyes, and red lips that undoubtedly would taste like the cabernet gave my libido a start. It took great restraint to keep my excitement undetectable. “See you later, Claire,” the cashier said. Claire smiled, and waved goodbye as she took her purchase to a black Passat. My motorcycle and I followed the Passat and now knew that Claire lived in a cookie cutter house on Halifax Lane. I was … Continue reading My First Day as a Stalker