I used to go to public restrooms, just so I could stand at the urinal and stare at people as they walked by me. I always wondered how they felt... you know, with my head turning almost all the way around... just staring... following...
But this was out of control! I've never been put in a situation like this before. I was beginning to understand phobias and started thinking about the story of the dancing priest. "Only me," I thought. It was at this point that it moved. I mean, should I even call it an "it?" I could barely restrain myself from imagining her strapped under a sports car with a flashlight in one hand and a tennis ball in the other.
Stay tuned for Part III...
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