It’s another one of those lunchtime hypotheticals; length & detail entirely determined by how long it takes the food to get here.
Today’s story is about Heather, age 35, currently a physics grad student a model who did fashion, boudoir, and artistic nude shoots; she used the pseudonym “Ebony Snow” for such work. Heather’s current blog is a continuation of the one she maintained during her model days; even then it was as much about her travel, science, comic books, and literature as it was pictures of her scantily clad form. But it was that last one that began driving people to her site. Twenty-year-old Heather was 30 pounds of hotness in a 10 pound bag at 35, she’s barely lost a step.
A few years ago, when Heather had started to think about winding down her beauty-based career in favor of searching for the Higgs boson, she was in Spain on a modeling trip when she chose the wrong cafe to wind relax in. The place got attacked by terrorists whose motivations and ethnicity I am too lazy to make up. These nebulous ne’er-do-wells shot up joint and, not caring about Heather’s beauty or brains, would have ventilated her as well had not a bystander intervened: a seemingly-nebbish American tourist, Michael who tackled the villain about to shoot Heather and got shot himself for his trouble. At the point the police came in to settle it, and Heather escaped unscathed.
Heather was also mightily impressed with Michael. She rode with him to the hospital and kept in contact with through his rehabilitation, during which she discovered they had a great deal in common: interests in science, computers, literature, and so on. They started a long-distance relationship, and when Heather decided to start grad school, she chose a university near the company he worked at. After six months of a short-distance relationship, they moved in together.
Which bring us to today. At home alone this morning, Heather found herself in need of a thumb drive. Rooting through drawers for one, she came across one labled E.S. Idly curious, she inserted it into her laptop and found that it had pictures of her. Hundreds of such pictures, all predating her relationship with Michael and taken from her blog posts and other such pictures. Disturbed, she confronted Michael when he came home. He confessed that he knew who she was long before they met. He’d been following her blog and had become obsessed with her. In her modeling days, Heather always mentioned where she would be travelling in hopes of getting extra work after a booked shoot was over. Thus Michael had known she would be in Madrid the week they met, and he had gone there in hopes of meeting her – though admittedly he had not planned on so dramatic an introduction. In short, he had been cyber-stalking her for years.
This revelation leaves Heather even more disturbed than she was that morning. Is she right to be? What should she do now?
No poll, my food’s here.