

Stalkers Pay The Price
If you think you can hit on me in a bar and ruin my evening by being a pest when I’m out with my girlfriends then you’ll soon realise stalking me is not the answer. Following me while I’m out for a jog, we both could use a drink so why don’t you come back to my place. You think you’re getting lucky but I lured you in to teacher you a lease on. So many lunches and slaps to your face until it’s busted up. You didn’t realise I was a sadist hey, well let’s take you to another world between the tightness of my thighs.