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He's there again. No matter what time I get off from work, he is always there. I feel like I have my own personal bodyguard. I don't really need one, my neighborhood is quiet, mostly elderly couples, and a few single men and women. I've always felt safe working the night shift at the bank. Bus stop is at my corner, living in a ranch-style house, I felt very safe. That is until 3 weeks ago.
I noticed him as soon as I stepped off the bus. Across the street, standing close enough to the streetlight for me to make out a tall, dark well built figure, with a baseball cap shielding his facial features from my view. I had never seen anyone on the street before on my way home so it unnerved me for a minute when he started walking on his side of the street as I walked down my side. I slowed as I reached my house, and felt some relief when he kept walking. I didn't wait to see where he went, I rushed into my place and made sure everything was locked tight as a drum. I did not realized how scared I was until I started unbuttoning my blouse and couldn't. My hands were shaking too hard to work right. I decided to skip my nightly routine and went straight to bed. After a few days, I got used to seeing him there. Actually, I would look for him before I even stepped off the bus. He would be there, which would bring a small smile to my lips. Sometimes he would start walking before I did. Of course being a female, I had to check out the rear package. I just love looking at a man from behind, and this guy had an ass that just begged to be pinched!
I finally settled back into my nightly routine about a week after acquiring my sexy bodyguard with the great ass. Slowly undressing, rubbing my hands over my body as I removed each article of clothing. Pinching my nipples, rubbing my hands over my ass, then heading to the shower. Stepping back into my bedroom, I looked out my window. He was there! Staring at my naked body! I ran for the phone, he ran away. Skipping the rest of my routine, I jumped into the bed with the phone and covered myself from head to toe. I listened for sounds of a break-in, but heard none, then drifted off to sleep. I awoke the next morning, my eyes turning right to my bedroom window, thinking to myself, "where are you?"
All day long, my thoughts went to the man I saw in my window. I must have gone to my bedroom window a hundred times before I left for work. Staring out, remembering. I wasn't very useful at work that night either. Everything I did had to be done over. Not even my favorite coworker, Kenny, was happy with my performance. Kenny pulled me aside during our break.
"What is wrong with you tonight Rose? I haven't seen you make so many mistakes since your first day!"
"I'm sorry, Kenny, I had a bad experience last night." I told Kenny about the man following me home and looking into my window.
"What!? Why didn't you go ahead and call the police?" Kenny asked after I told him what happened.
"What was I supposed to tell them, "Officers, there was this man with a great ass peeking through my window. Can you find him for me? Kenny, the only description I can give the police is that he's at least 6 feet tall if not taller."
"You're right, Rose," Kenny said. " Do you want me to go home with you tonight?"
"No, I'm not afraid of him. Thanks for the offer though," I said smiling at Kenny.
"Damn, shot down again! I am beginning to believe I will never get into your pants."
"Your wife will be happy to know that, I'm sure." I laughed as I went back to work.