I’ll give him this much, he was very persistent. I don’t normally recognize people. Now in my defense I have a lot of hobbies, one of which includes me posing either naked but normally in lingerie of some sort. These classes can have anywhere from ten people, to fifty people. So you’ll understand with how much classes switch and people come and go as to why I don’t pay much attention to the people that attend. But this one mad in particular made sure I noticed him.
After his first class and first approach I started paying attention. From there on out he never missed a class that I was posing for. Starting in the back but slowly working his way to front seat, right in perfect view of my entire face and front of my body. Feeling his eyes on me felt almost scary, I was use to people looking at me or even staring but the way he looked at me was almost possessive. And we didn’t even know each other. Then came the foot prints outside of my window. Normally I walk around my house once or so a week and pick up my yard, leading me to see big heavy foot prints right outside of my bedroom window.
At points in class I would sneak a glance and he wouldn’t even be drawing, he would just stare at me without blinking. And then the love letters came. Short and to the point, the letters were rough. Telling me all the things this person wanted to do to me, signed with no name but with hearts and kisses. I knew who it was from, it had to be the same man from class. But how did he know where I live? And he’s watching me in my room, how far is he going to go to do the things said in his letters.