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on this story I wrote? It's relatively mild, but I don't want to post it in the writing forum because of it's subject matter. Thank you!!!!!! She had felt his presence for so now, watching her even when she was doing the most mundane of tasks. She wondered what he was-a human? a spirit? an animal? perhaps a shape shifting peeping ? She smiled a bit at the thought, but it really was uncanny how she felt him everywhere she went. In the beginning it was disconcerting. The idea of being watched seemed synonymous with being stalked. The initial reaction was one of fear-was it a crazed killer? A high school out-cast from her past who'd looked her up and decided to act out some sick revenge fantasy because she wouldn't let him finger her behind the bleachers like she had let his friend? Maybe it was a prepubescent boy from town who rode his bike down the dirt to peek through her curtains and rub himself against the corner of her house, leaving his for her in a sock on the corner of the property. After awhile she noticed she was beginning to enjoy it. Wandering about naked after her shower a bit longer, opening the curtains a bit more, showing a bit more flesh as she worked in the garden. One day even changing into a skirt and then leaning under the hood of the old Ford to have a look around-as if she could ever fix that thing! This watcher excited her. He/it had no pattern. Some days she felt his presence all day, other times it was as if he was just checking in, watching her slice tomatoes, but not sticking around enough to what they were for. Whatever it was she was doing when she felt that tingle of excitement of his watching became a subtle dance, the simple act of washing dishes turned into a show. She became more aware of her body, the way she looked when she turned this way and that, how this top always fell off her shoulder when she reached for something, how her nipples seemed to respond to the presence, too. She was turned on by this watcher. Knowing in so ways that she was asking for trouble, she began tentatively, almost unknowingly touching herself when she knew he was there.