Chapter Fifteen
Jeremy
As I watched Chantelle drive off, something clutched in my chest, a strange pain, as I knew I would probably never see her again. Her soothing voice, her French accent, her exotic beauty, her long thick dark brown hair, the soft curves of her delicate body… I would never get a chance to be near her again, to touch her, to kiss her. I felt sad suddenly. I thought about going to the Co-Dependents meeting next Monday, but then decided against it. All Chantelle needed was another stalker to worry about. Luckily, I have the ladies of the ashram to console me now. At least I was able to do something to help her, by getting the asshole cop to leave her alone. Goodbye, Chantelle. Perhaps we will meet again in another life.
After I stopped off at home for a quiet dinner, I
