Shortstories Stalker - Part 3/3 I looked up to her trying to catch her eye. Maybe somehow she could see how sorry I was for my mischief. I slouched and lay on the couch instead. She felt my uneasiness and placed her book to the side. Gently, she carried me and placed be close to where her heart was. “My naughty little boy. I really do wish I could understand whatever you are trying to say whenever you look at me like that,” she said as she began scratching my ear. I purred in delight…