When I was in high school one of the boys in my class decided he wanted to follow me home from school. One day I finally noticed him by then I was almost home and when I asked him about why he was there he told me he had been trying to follow me for a while. His excuse for why I hadn’t seen him before that point was because during the other times, he was following me he said I would look back and for fear I saw him he would stop and abort mission. That was not the last time he followed me. Years later he actually found out where I lived and by then I had kids and I don’t know how he found me, but he knocked on my apartment door and much to my surprise there he stood. Now that I think about it, he could have done who knows what to me and my kids that’s a scary thought. I was so naive and trusting back then he had found me again at another address some years after that incident that was the last time I saw him. I don’t know why he did that I never gave him any reason to feel that way he did was just so infatuated with me thank goodness it wasn’t the worse experience possible not meaning it was a good one either.
It didn’t dawn on me the seriousness of the situation until I was much older you know I was young and nieve and didn’t have a clue as to what was going on besides, I was only 15 years old when It first happened, and when I last saw him I was like 20 years old.

Oh my I’m so glad you survived that I would have been out of my mind.