The first time we met, he said my gabardine suit wasn't hiding my obvious curves. I turned and left. Next week, he continued with innuendos during my presentation. Proud of the sale, I quickly left for my office, processing the contract. I arrived home exhausted, ready to unwind. Five minutes later, the doorbell rang. I wasn't expecting anyone, so I continued to relax until my roommate banged on my door, telling me about a man on our couch. How did he find my address? He had followed me home. Six years later, I was still trying to get rid of him.
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