I need to come clean. I'm a stalker. I don't have an underground room where I cut and paste clippings but all in due time, my pretties.
I take some pride in doing my job well. There are stalkers and there are stalkers, if you know what I mean. Here's the routine. First, I dress with intent. Dark, inconspicuous clothing and always sneakers - I need to be light on my feet. I pull my hair back in the most no nonsense way and synchronize my watches (one on each wrist). My course mapped down to the tiniest detail, I set off. Sometimes under cover of darkness but, increasingly bold, often in broad daylight.
I have found my stalking most successful at book stores. The potential victims are so many. When in the US, I target the huge anonymous chains - the Borders, the Barnes & Nobles, the Crown Books. It's so easy to blend in, to look "normal." I take my time; half the pleasure for me is in the chase. I innocently stroll the aisles while searching for the one. I pretend to be looking intently at self-help books or at autobiographies but that's all just a cover. I have mastered the sideways glance. Because I have a certain type, you see, a certain profile. The rest just don't interest me. You might be surprised to know that my victims are often large and overweight. I like a little meat on the bones, so to speak. But this should not be taken to mean that I like them unkempt or unstylish. Oh no. Quite the opposite in fact. Virginal, but paradoxically with a flash of color. Above all mysterious. Like a present just waiting to be unwrapped....
Once I have narrowed the scope, I move quietly, my breathing shallow. Oh yes. Oh yes, yes, yes. There you are. Why aren't you gorgeous. Even better than I thought. My blood pulses and my fists clench rhythmically. Like a deer caught in the headlights, my victim is motionless. Soon, my lovely, very soon, you will be mine....
I don't usually do this, but we've become intimate in some strange way, haven't we? So let me share my latest victim. Cornered by that comfortable arm chair near the book store window. What do you think? Beautiful? I wasn't exaggerating, was I? It was La Vie Par Mes Yeux who first whispered in my ear. So if I'm caught, she's coming with me......
