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Ahhh...with insurance paid for (not only on time for once, but early), I leave my car insurance place and begin to wander back to my car. I am currently on Main Street in Lockport, a small city with its fair share of ickiness. The only parking lot for the Sullivan Agency happens to be behind the main building, on a side street next to a bar. However, seeing as it is the middle of the day, broad daylight, and people all about it is a relatively safe place.
I turn the corner to go around the building and see a man up ahead. He is about five ten, black, slim but strong and walking straight towards me. Instantly, my spider sense (joking) kicks in, he's going to want to talk to me. Serious, instant thought, he wants to talk to me. Next thought: crrrapp.
I keep my eyes down and look at my purse like I'm busy. "Hey there," I hear, "you like rap?"
I sigh and look up expecting to have a demo tape shoved into my hands, "no, not really."
"How about rock."
Attempting to exhibit my disaffected stare, I reply, "Rock's cool."
He takes a step closer to me and smiles, "Y'know...you are really rather beautiful." Danger! Will Robinson, danger!
"Thank you." with a brisk 90 degree turn I begin making way for my car.
And he follows.
"So what is your name?"
"Why are you following me?"
"I'm not following you."
"Whatever."
I continue on to my car.
"So, you at that driving school?"
"No."
"Ah, what's your name?"
At this point someone emerges out of the back of the Sullivan Agency building and my stalker scampers off.
And that is the story of how Kate filed a police report.
I turn the corner to go around the building and see a man up ahead. He is about five ten, black, slim but strong and walking straight towards me. Instantly, my spider sense (joking) kicks in, he's going to want to talk to me. Serious, instant thought, he wants to talk to me. Next thought: crrrapp.
I keep my eyes down and look at my purse like I'm busy. "Hey there," I hear, "you like rap?"
I sigh and look up expecting to have a demo tape shoved into my hands, "no, not really."
"How about rock."
Attempting to exhibit my disaffected stare, I reply, "Rock's cool."
He takes a step closer to me and smiles, "Y'know...you are really rather beautiful." Danger! Will Robinson, danger!
"Thank you." with a brisk 90 degree turn I begin making way for my car.
And he follows.
"So what is your name?"
"Why are you following me?"
"I'm not following you."
"Whatever."
I continue on to my car.
"So, you at that driving school?"
"No."
"Ah, what's your name?"
At this point someone emerges out of the back of the Sullivan Agency building and my stalker scampers off.
And that is the story of how Kate filed a police report.