The lady walking ahead of me sped up so I did too.
She began running so I ran too.
She screamed so I screamed as well.
I never even saw what we were running from.
A girl from work asked if I'd drive her home yesterday because it was raining heavily.
I agreed, we got talking, mainly about everyday things, what we liked doing, then about work for a bit. We got to her house before long.
She thanked me, went to get out of the car, stopped, looked hard at me and whispered, "How did you know where I lived?"
My attractive female neighbour is completely paranoid.
She thinks I'm following or even stalking her, she is worried that I may be obsessed with her and any time she hears a noise in her house she is.....purified? Oh, wait: petrified. Sorry, it's not easy reading a diary through binoculars from a tree.
Good morning beautiful breasts of my neighbour. How did you get inside these binoculars?
I have a stalker.
Everywhere I go, she's always there, 10 paces ahead of me...