A STRANGER OBSESSION

This is the Don Stovner I met at the Wynn in June 2008 and then worked with from June 2009 through January 2010.  This is the man who, after my troubles with the Applications Analyst on the Food & Beverage Team at the Wynn, caused me the most problems with Network Engineering Projects. The photo at the left was taken in mid July 2009, while we both worked for Clearwire in Las Vegas, at a weekday lunch break from our projects.  Don made an effort to reconcile the events at the Wynn and to amend our professional relationship.  We did not work in the same departments or for the same management.  We had no reason to interact while at work other than to go to lunch. It should be noted, that had the Wynn IT shop been more professional, had they employed proper management of their staff, the affair between Don & I would have started in 2008 when he went to the Wynn, during the period he sent his wife to Russia the late Summer and Early Fall of 2008.  However, because I had seen

A syntax error occurs when information is unrecognizable or an improper format. The term "syntax error" is also frequently used to refer to semantic errors, where the information is in a recognizable but incorrect format. A syntax error sometimes can result in more subtle problems, causing a glitch or allowing a program (romance) to run with incorrect data (lies) . Most common syntax and semantic errors stem from misspellings and incorrect punctuation. Over the Late Summer months of August and September, I was consumed with work, the pool, and him. He acclimated himself to my environment, engaging with everyone, becoming comfortable in the surroundings. We were rotating days at his place and at mine, Archie, Loki and I traipsing our gear to his house every few days. Typically our weekdays were spent at his house, our weekends at mine. It worked out well and allowed me to have other friends over as well as use the pool & Jacuzzi on our days off. We only parted to go

As I walked out the door that warm Tuesday night in August, I looked back over the thresh hold at him as he stood in the small kitchen in the very little house.  The way he held his jaw in profile in the late evening shadows, he looked for a moment like the Audio Thief.  They taste the same.  They smell the same.  They even screw the same.  “If” was the only thing going though my mind as I caught a glimpse of the Audio Thief out of the corner of my eye. you could’ve had me Right there beside you you could’ve had me boy CONTINUE READING - PATREON - THE ART OF PUTTING TRUTH IN A LIE

All this time I believed it was the Audio Thief. How many years ingrained in me to notice the signs & the timing. That's why I kept the sweater for so long.  The Famous Blue Sweater..... The sweater I wore the night I got out of his Porsche and onto the Plane. CONTINUE READING - PATREON - FAMOUS BLUE SWEATER

First I accepted the dual reality that the Stalking Victims protocol did not work, and Law Enforcement did not view Stalking as a "real crime".  After 4 years of continued harassment, it was plainly clear that ignoring, denying attention and simply carrying on were completely ineffectual.  The protocol simply had no effect, other than to inconvenience me of both time and money, and establish me as a mental case. CONTINUE READING - PATREON - IN THE BEGINNING - 3

Sometimes it was obvious and disturbing: a locked door propped open, the TV on and switched to a channel I never watch, a shampoo bottle in the office or a pair of shoes in the bath tub.  Sometimes it was subtle and insidious: the knick knacks on the bookshelf neatly re arranged, or a book seemingly out of place on the living room floor.  It always occurred on a Thursday or Friday, never on a weekend and never at the beginning of the work week. CONTINUE READING - PATREON - IN THE BEGINNING - 2

Originally Published May 2009 It started in 2003.  My apartment was robbed, someone broke in through the Kitchen window.  The police were sure it was neighborhood kids based on the items taken, but would not listen to me when I pointed out some obvious issues with their theory: They stole the Play Station 2, but only 1 controller They did not steal any PS2 games They stole jewelry, but only the real jewelry, leaving the costume jewelry behind.  And more specifically, only the jewelry given to me by my ex-husband. I believed at the time it happened that they stole all of my music CDs, only to discover days later that they had in fact collected every CD in the house, placed it in a re-usable shopping bag and tucked it on to the very top shelf of my bedroom closet. That was the beginning of the Stalking, as far as I knew.  It could have started many years earlier, but this was the first time I had definitive proof that someone was watching me. When my garage was broken into in