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The Stalker ? Epilogue 1 **The twin metal shards beneath my heel clatter discordantly down the concrete steps and onto the platform, their normal staccato rhythm off-beat and out of time. Carefully I place one foot the required 6 inches before its partner in a perfectly straight line willing my hips to wiggle and my pert, toned buttocks to undulate seductively beneath my fitted skirt.*Gradually, I make my progression amongst the assembled throng, my feverish eyes darting hither and thither, fine strands of normally obedient hair falling unwanted across my heated cheeks, one hand clutching tightly at the shoulder strap of my handbag as the fingers of its opposite twist at the lining of my jacket pocket.*All around me beautifully bedecked bodies lounge patiently demanding my attention and awaiting my choice. My teeth worry at my bottom lip as I contemplate the myriad of alternatives that surround me; so much variety; so many different ages, heights, skin tones, body forms, hairstyles. Such a selection of distinctly individual facial features; prominent noses, excessively lobed ears, deeply bagged eyes, lips that curl upwards in permanent sneers, square chins, pointed chins, some clean shaven and others hidden beneath tangled hair ? but which one should be mine; which is the visage that will hold me, smother me, surround me in unconditional love. Which of this devout congregation deserves to be my perfect partner until death us do part?*A rising breeze, a humming vibration and a distant clattering of metal carriages rocking their way through the darkened tunnel announces the imminent arrival of the next train. About me people are straightening, adjusting their belongings, stepping forward towards the platform edge. Time and opportunity trickle away before my eyes; the final grains of sand in the hourglass of my present falling to lie redundant on the shattered mound of my past.*I make a choice. Him! He can be my perfect future.**The Stalker ? Epilogue 2*We make an incongruous couple as bursa escort (http://harborc.com/) we stomp our way through the dense gravel path; him so tall yet bowed, somehow diminished, as if the entire weight of the cloudless pale sky above us is pressing down on his shoulders. Me, clutching at his arm, pushing myself into his body, top of my head barely reaching his chest, as my too thin heels disappear repeatedly into the ground beneath my feet causing me to stagger and wobble unsteadily like a new born foal coming to terms with remaining upright.*Gradually we wend our way between the assorted gravestones; a pot pourri collection, new and old resting side by side in a seemingly random mosaic. Some, shimmering bright marble adorned with gold letters and fresh flowers, scream of recent bereavement whilst their neighbours, solid lichen adorned slabs of stone the names and eulogies reduced to mere indentations, offer vague memories of persons whose world and loved ones have all long since departed.*Surrounding everything is a cloak of green; new spring grass, still lightly sheened in dew, occasionally bespattered with the adornment of spring flowers ? a handful of pale petaled primroses, the bright sharp colours of early crocuses, a swarm of snowdrops heads hanging like tiny tears waiting to fall onto the flesh enriched soil. Above everything, hidden amongst the tangled mess of tree branches, the shrill trilling of songbirds accompanies the crunching of gravel beneath our feet.*It is not far to our destination and this is a pilgrimage we have made many times before; twin supplicants come to pay homage to that which we have lost. Standing, humbled to be in her presence once more, the chill that has played about my toes suddenly overwhelms my whole body and I press my shivering form against Claude?s larger, warmer frame.*?Are you okay, CG??*His arm is around me, pulling me into him, holding me safe as tears bathe my cheeks, as my lips quiver, as I taste salt trickling into my mouth. I sniff nosily, bursa escort bayan (http://harborc.com/) my nostrils suddenly filled with fluid, my entire body shaking, trapped on the verge of releasing my pent up sorrow.*I nod, uncertain that I can control my vocal chords sufficiently to utter intelligible sounds, my eyes fixed on the two words glowing on the small plaque half buried amongst the new grass.*EDIE RAINES*Two words burning into my retina, everything else just a jumble of shapes and forms. Sobs, trapped for eternity in my stomach erupt through me, mouth panting my loss, chest heaving, legs trembling beneath my sorrow. Turning, I grab Claude, push my drenched face into the warmth of his chest, fling my arms around him desperate to feel his life affirming heartbeat beneath my cheek.*?I miss her.?*It is a tiny mew lost amongst sobs; my tear filled mouth murmuring it into the soft wool of Claude?s sweater. Over and over again I say it, repeat it, my mantra, all that I am captured in those three words. Forceful, independent me reduced to a quivering, hurting, sobbing mound of flesh deadened by loss.*?I miss her.?*?I miss her.?*?I miss her.?*?I know. I miss her too. She was ??*The words catch in Claude?s throat, his stoicism infected by my emotional outpouring.*It takes a while this pilgrimage; two bereft silhouettes paying homage to loss, but eventually, tear streaked and hearts aching, we turn and with heavy footsteps retrace our steps back to our patiently waiting vehicle. We had arrived in silence, but now, with the tension released we might converse.*?Your story, CG, how is it? Is it finished yet??*?Nearly, Claude, so very nearly; it has been a long, torturous journey but I think we are near the end.?*Then, for the first time in forever, a small smile plays about my lips.*?Did I tell you that you were in it??*I turn my head to look at him, mischief glimmering in my eyes, waiting for that quizzical look, those raised eyebrows and the thinning of the lips that I know so well.*?And escort bursa (http://harborc.com/) Edie. Edie?s in it too.?*?Oh, perhaps I should read it then.?*And now I really am smiling; cheeks scrunched up as my lips spread wide and my eyes sparkle.*?No, I don?t think that?s a good idea. I don?t think you?d like it very much. Not really your cup of tea at all.?*He stops almost mid-step; our entwined arms forcing me to a halt beside him; and now he glowers down at my grinning upturned visage his eyes demanding answers.*I let him wait a heartbeat or two; keep my eyes fixed on his, let my top teeth bite at my bottom lip and rotate my right foot back and forth in a perfect picture of coyness.*?It is a sad, empty story, Claude, full of damaged heartbroken characters thrashing about pointlessly in futile attempts to find happiness. Not something you?d enjoy really.?*I allow the words to stop. My smile blazing like neon advertising across my features as I wait for the question I know will come.*?And Edie? Is Edie one of your damaged characters??*I?m giggling inside watching the concern flitting across his expressive face.*?Silly Claude! Silly, silly, darling Claude! Of course not; Edie is as she always is ??*A slight pause just to keep him on tenterhooks a moment longer.*? ? perfect.?*And then, as if the thought has only just occurred to me, I add ?*?She is practically perfect in every way. The perfect ideal.?**The Stalker: Author?s Notes *I know it is terribly pretentious to include Author Notes at the end of a story but The Stalker is a very different type of erotic tale with themes, allegories, and hidden meanings running throughout the narrative.*Most who have*written to me about the story haven't really*grasped what it was I was attempting to achieve; which says little for my writing skills; so I am going to take this opportunity to explain some of what is hidden amongst the pretty words. The Stalker was written in three separate bursts over a period of 18 months and because of this there are some inconsistencies in narrative (nipple jewellery anybody?) and some of the themes/techniques highlighted below might not be as clear as I might have wished them to be. However, I do intend to re-edit the entire tale to ensure it is as I intended it to be.