![]() ![]() Spooky: Oh I dont know, maybe arrest his dumb ass?īefore I could say anything, the intercom to our appartment buzzed. Going out there guns blazing is a stupid idea, but whatre the cops going to do? Me: Im not leaving this apartment unless we're absolutely positive hes alone. Spooky: Whats the play, do you want to go check it out amd see if we're just being paranoid, or do you want to call the cops. ![]() After she was done car spotting, she came back to me quickly throwing on pants and a shirt and grabbing her gun as well. Spookys eyes widdened and she rushed over to the balcony to see for herself. Me: Red caddy in the lot next to my car, that can't be a coincidence. Spooky: Whats wrong, whats with the gun? I know I can be a pain but this. ![]() But I was scared at this point and time, I wanted insurance, I pulled my pistol from its case, loaded it and racked the slide, but kept my finger away from the trigger, and the safety on (always practice safe fireharm handling kids) and by this point Spooky was wide awake and next to me. Spooky and I both own and carry handguns but usually keep them at home since we live in a generally safe neighborhood and have only shot them at the shooting range. I didnt answer right away, rummaging in our closet for my gun. She said groggily, her face a mixture of sleepiness and confusion. My heart started pounding in my ears, and I quickly darted back into my home, slamming the sliding glass door behind me, causing Spooky to bolt awake. Parked opposite my vehicle, no sign of the driver in or around the car. Our apartment is on the fourth floor of a five floor appartment building, and we had a stellar view of the parking lot from our little balcony, so there I was in my underthings sipping a glass of whiskey and wistfully gazing into the semi darkness of the lightly illuminated parking lot. Spooky and I were in bed, her being sound asleep and myself trying and failing to get comfortable and finally giving up all together, I decided to step out on my balcony and have myself a little drink. But I couldnt shake the feeling that it wasnt over yet, and I had no idea how right I was. The night we returned to our apartment, we were laughing about the whole It Beard ordeal wondering if he was going to try and hook up with every couple he saw at random rest stops and generally having a laugh at the creeps expense. We had thought wed lost him after some sporadic maneuvering, but as we found out a day later that was not the case. In my last story I recounted Spooky and mines interaction with a creepy, pervy stalker who, after having been turned down for a three way with my lady and I, began to follow us. ![]()
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