The Seduction

Around mid 2013 I was living by myself with my dogs. My work saw me commuting to Brisbane during the week and parking at the queen's street mall. And the gang stalking was relentless. I lived in a state of constant stress, defensively avoiding it all to the best of my ability. Which wasn't very good.

One afternoon I approached the elevator. Three people arrived at the elevator at the same time, two women and one man. One of the women was voluptuously attractive in spandex, and in the fraction of a second I took notice I also discerned we were not peers. Rough around the edges. As my defenses were up I got into the elevator and did my best to ignore them.

When the elevator reached the car park, as the doors were opening, the other woman said to the voluptuously spandexed:

"You have a really good evening!"

Loudly. A verbal wink. I assumed they were screwing with me and head down I went to the pay machine. Just as I was finishing up I saw in my peripheral vision the voluptuously spandexed woman appearing about 2m to my right. At that same instance my libido went from nominal to just this side of orgasm. From my perspective it felt like she was radiating sex at me; "I choose you. Fuck me". WTF?

Nope.

I turned to the left and walked away without looking back.

A few weeks later the sleep deprivation started.

These two events are multiply correlated.

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