Stalked and seduced
I wouldn’t describe Christy as a stalker, but she knew a lot about me before I knew anything about her. She was friendly with Vickie, a wine distributor and worked in a wine store. Apparently she was good at her job and earned the title “wine whisperer” for her wine pairing skills. I visited the store on occasion and she was always engaging. I construed her demeanor as professional and friendly and never assumed that she might be flirting with me. She was an attractive woman. Imagine a slimmer version of Kirsty Alley combined with Amy Adams; shiny black hair, soft grey eyes, pert nose, a glowing complexion and an electric smile. She wasn’t slim, but she carried herself well and seemed comfortable in her skin. I had a fairly senior position at work, I …