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Virtual Violations
Stalking the stalker
By Wanda Fleming
Washington Post Magazine
Sunday, August 10, 2008; Page W31
POSTED AT 1 A.M., the e-mail simply states: "I found your Web site. I want to buy your sweetest soap and move it up your thighs. I want my mouth washed out. What scent do you suggest?"
My heart stops.
I have two consuming vocations: handcrafting scented soap and writing. I work on both in a Batcave-like room dubbed The Studio. Cement makes up the floor. Drafts rattle the 100-year-old jalousie windows. But the ambiance is well worth the rent.
Only three people are allowed in this space. The stalker slips in anyway. He finds me through the words I write.
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