Stalker-ish: Pride Ushering a Fall (Part 2)

His shadow pressed me like a crowbar!

So I yelped, recoiled and rolled onto the hood of my car. 

“Hey Ma’am! Ma’am! Ma’am!

Please relax! Jeez! Just stay Calm!”

Mr. Stalker-ish said with a shout

“I just wanted to tell you your shirt’s turned inside out!”

Glancing at the inner seams poking from my white blouse

I assimilated what Mr. Stalker-ish was prattling about!

He smugly added, “Oh, and your front tyre is flat.

I’m assuming that you want help with that?”

I commenced a speedy calculation of the risks

and gauged the threat from this Mr. Stalker-ish!

Mr. Stalker-ish remained unnaturally still

like a panther paused and primed to make a kill

His eyes assaulted me with the feel of mossy slugs

slowly crawling out of my shirt, then plopping in the mud! 

Mr. Stalker-ish was dressed in fairly robust clothing

several clicks above ‘Rattans’ and other bargain-store offerings!

He had a sort of ‘knock-off’ Ted Bundy-serial killer finish.

But I had to take a chance with Mr. Stalker-ish!

So to dispatch our business with utmost speed

I eyed him in my peripheral vision and croaked, “Yes, please!”