Teacher’s Pet (part 3)_(1)
“I think that guy’s following us,” Emily said to me, casually glancing over her shoulder as we walked up to the walking paths viewing station. The viewing station was nothing fancy, just a simple information board about waist height, telling about the marsh land on the other side of the fence stretching out from either side of the station. “I know that guy’s following us,” I said. It was the reason we’d left David back at the park, opting to take a little walk along the forested pathway that led into a larger hiking path. We both stood in front of the panel, pretending to look out into the marsh, but both of our attentions were on the man that sat down on the bench, just a little ways away from us, pretending interest in …