Her name was Gina. Her family moved here from Bosnia when she was young. Gina was a bombshell. 5'4", perky D cups and a bubble butt that she squeezed into booty shorts. She was my stalker back when MySpace was popular. I'd get messages from her the moment I came online. Somehow she found my messenger account too. I ignored her, she lived five states away. Besides, she was a crazy stalker right?
I started talking to her out of curiosity. I was surprised how well we got along. We had a lot of similar interests and she was crazy about me. Thinking back it sounds stupid but she convinced me to come out to see her. I bought a ticket on a greyhound bus and told my friends id be back in two weeks.
I had no idea what I was doing. There could be a serial killer waiting in Chicago for me. I wanted to believe that she was real. I had a head full of provocative pictures she had sent me. Laying in bed wearing just her panties, barely wrapped around the curves of her butt. Just out of the shower, a towel hanging loosely from her nipples. Her hands down her pants, my name written on her chest.