I didn"t tell anyone what I"d done as I wasn"t sure I"d actually done anything. Maybe I-C-U didn"t use that account anymore. Maybe he changed accounts the way other people changed their clothes. Maybe I was overanalyzing the situation. It was hard for me to think like a stalker, especially since I"d so recently been the stalkee. All I knew was that, as a hobby, stalking was much more stressful than cake decorating or cross-stitch had ever been.
doneI sat there staring at my computer as if it were about to explode; then I walked away. To hell with I-C-U! It was a beautiful day and I planned to enjoy it. I put on my bathing suit, grabbed a towel and drove to Hollywood Beach where I swam in the warm Atlantic, squished wet sand beneath my toes and let the soft breeze caress my face. After my
