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that had been pulled against the wall. Connie was long gone in the flow of bodies, finding men to flirt with. I was the one looking into the dangerous dark eyes too close for comfort.
     
    When I finally steadied my breathing and felt I could speak, caught up with her, and we got into my car, I exclaimed, “Connie, I have a stalker.”
    Connie was tying a scarf around her hair, but she looked over at me. “The hunk?”
    She was only playing dumb. She was right on when it came to good-looking men.
    “Yes.” I drove carefully, keeping to the outside lane.
    “You sure he is a problem? I mean, he really is handsome in a rugged way. Sex pours off him like the guy in the movie.”
    I looked over at her and she made me smile. Only Connie could do that under such serious conditions. Then, I got a shiver down my back.
    “I am sure he took papers out of my jeep, so he knows my name and address. He was in the crowd in there. I was getting pushed around by the crowd and he pulled me out to the side, then took off.” I took a deep breath remembering the eyes.
    Connie looked over at me. I could see her movement out of the corner of my eye. “Well, taking the papers isn’t nice, but so far everything else seems okay. I mean, he helped save me, and now he helped save you from a crowd. Are you sure he means any harm? Maybe it is just that he would like to meet you.”
    I quickly looked at her, but then rapidly put my eyes back at the road. Connie still believes in Cinderella and Prince Charming.
    “No, I am getting some kind of bad vibe from him.”
    Connie sat silently through a red light before she spoke, “What, you think he wants to hurt you? What I mean is that guys who beat up women wear cut up tee shirts and forget to take baths. He is too cute to be a serial killer and I don’t think I saw him on TV as a bank robber.”
    Oh, Connie, sweet Connie .
    “I don’t know. The funny thing is, I don’t know. I am so mixed up. I feel like I am in some kind of danger. Like tonight, when he looked down at me, I felt safe, like he wouldn’t hurt me.” I shook my head. “I am one confused idiot, but I do know, I don’t want to be around him. There is danger and I just can’t figure what kind or what it involves.”
    We drove on in silence and we were almost to Connie’s house before I felt the need to unload some more.
    “I get the feeling that he is trying to find out something, but I don’t know what it is.” I pulled in her driveway.
    Connie sat for a moment and then slowly got out.
    “Call me over the weekend so we can talk. You scare me and I think you need some help. You know…someone to talk to.” She gave me a kiss on the cheek and was gone.
    I drove home thinking about her words. Was I really losing it? Had some nice guy just happened to be in the wrong place and I read too much into it? Had my warning signal finally proved to be just a silly flutter in my brain that said I was a little nuts? Maybe I did need to talk to someone.
    Years ago, when my parents were still there to support me, there had been an effort to get me some help. Two tries, and they both had been disastrous.
    The first was with a nice lady who was so sweet that I felt she needed to take an insulin shot after each meeting. Of course, the lady agreed with everything I said and agreed that I did have special talents. She also felt the only answer for me was drugs. Fortunately, my parents said Hell No and decided to wait a couple of years.
    The next time, a teacher recommended me to an older man who was doing testing and, surprise , I tested off the charts for some special thing or other. No one would tell my parents what the test results were. When the man suggested that my parents sign me over to his care, they decided it was time to have me change schools to that special one I wanted to go to that taught history as well as computer science.
    But my parents sat down with me and talked. They knew I had talents, but they both agreed it might be