IT WASN’T REALLY STALKING, WAS IT?
He had seen her at a trendy L.A. restaurant. She was so beautiful! Her shoulder-length blond hair framed a face so beautiful it was almost painful to look at. Her compelling eyes were deep green. Her lips were full and red, her skin flawless.

As she sat alone at a front table, he noticed several rich, famous men walk to the table to spend time with her. First they would almost bow, then respectfully ask permission to sit. Only after she had granted her permission would they sit and speak to her as she sipped her champagne. One by one they paid their respects and moved on – at her pleasure. Read more…