StalkingHe stood on the stage, guitar slung easily in front of him. His hands manipulated it unconsciously, as if it were an extension of his own body. When he began to play it was effortless, coaxing, creating the music from inside of himself and making it appear through this thing that he fingered almost erotically, hands sliding up and down, fingers caressing notes.Stalking
I was in the back, watching him... almost a stalker -- a stalker, by most definitions. But not really, as I knew he wanted me there. Can you really be stalking someone if they want you there, watching them? He wouldn't see me back here, I simply sat silently, fi
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