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Walking home, all alone, I was blissfully unaware that I was being followed. Skipping along the side of the road in my pleated school girl skirt and knee-high stockings, the music in my ears was all I could think about. I didn’t consider the fact that my white cotton panties showed every time I kicked my knees up to skip or how dangerous it was to be unaware.
I think it was when I stepped on to my porch, that first step, that I realized something was off. A sixth sense kicking in as I pushed the key into the door. Much too late, however, to save me from the dangerous man who had followed me home.
