Very tall, about 6’4′ and sturdily built, with dark wavy hair, a little sparse at the tonsure, deep amber eyes and lots of muscles, but not the ki...nd from the gym. These muscles were from working hard, outdoors, every day. He appeared respectable, employed and well groomed – not your average stalker, she laughed to herself. Lucy thought to ask her co-workers if they recognized him, but reluctantly she admitted that she didn’t want to share him with anyone, yet. Now that she was back to work. .."What are you gonna do?"He turned and saw Julie looking at him. Her blue eyes, which he really hadn't paid much attention to before, were wet with emotion. She was trying hard not to cry, and her hand once more crept over and lay on top of his. He looked down at this contact, then back at Ai."I don't know. Never have a girlfriend, that's for sure."Julie bowed her head, a few strands of her long brown hair falling to cover her face, and Bill suddenly felt like shit. He half turned and used his. It was allI could do to keep from falling on my face."Can I help you?" said a guy in tight blue jeans and a T-shirt.My body reacted to his closeness. My nipples perked up and I felt awarming between my legs. What was happening to me?I almost told him yes until I felt another change coming on."No, thanks," I told him going around a corner as fast as my towerplatforms would allow. I ended up in the parking lot behind theadministration building. I could tell I was very small again - not sexnymph. “I’ll let you know if anything is said.”“Thanks.”We hung up and I went back to trying to catch up from my week away, and ensure I had everything taken care of before my trip to California.July 26, 1995, San Diego, California“Good morning,” Gerald Barkley said as I walked into the International House of Pancakes where we had planned to meet for breakfast.“Good morning!”We were seated a few minutes later and with our coffee cups filled and orders placed, Gerald gave me the plan.“This morning.