I used to take short walks late at night.  I loved it because it was cool, dark, and quiet.  I never saw other people out that late.  Normal people were in bed by that time, and I never cared to be normal.

     Anyway, on my walks I always took the same route which happened to pass an apartment building.  About five walk-days before our first encounter (I didn't walk every day, but I did walk frequently), I had noticed the silhouette of a person standing at the window of the only lit apartment.

     I didn't pay it much mind then, but on my next walk, it was there again, and I had a feeling that the person was watching me.  It didn't worry me, mind you.  Every night that I passed, up to the fifth night, I could feel that person staring at me.  I found it quite fascinating. .....

     I was really starting to like her at that point.  I decided to get her back to her story.  I asked, "If you wanted your first to be special, then why did you try to rape me?"

     "At the time I was thinking along desperate lines of 'special'."

     I noted, "The way you're talking, you'd think you tried to rape me last week or something, instead of about three minutes ago." .....