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Being A Devilish Actress

 
Today I am thankful that I can scheme.
I plan on being a devilish actress. 
 
Look....the only reason I was being stalked is that someone wanted a show. 
 
Okay....I'll give them a show. 
 
The stalking knocked off when my ex's car "disappeared". 
 
Steve and I have not been followed.....
 
ONCE! 
 
I've been out and about all by myself. 
 
I've been wearing hot dresses by myself all over town. 
 
There is not ONE stalker in sight. 
 
Let me amp it up a little. 

I'll go out and get a costume....

some kind of tight corset, padded bra, fake eyelashes, silicone skin...the works. 

I'll make myself look somewhat decent. 

It won't be real;

it'll be fake but it would give the impression that I'm out to capture some guy....somewhere.

I know a couple of gay male acting coaches. 
 
I wonder if they'd play along. 
 
How could we act out a threesome? 
 
Ooooh.....baby...let's roll!
 
Lights....
 
Hidden Spy Cameras to catch the stalkers...
 
ACTION! 
 
I'll let you know. 

Okay...okay....I'm anticipating my ex getting his car back a couple of days before we meet the divorce judge. 

That way he can complain that I haven't found a job (because took my car for six weeks).  

I also anticipate an uptick in the stalkish crap after his car returns but before the hearing.  I'll wait until they harass me before employing the theatrics. 

Until then, I'll just use my hidden spy cams to catch them if they follow me. 

Have you ever wondered why I wear hats all the time now? 

That's why!! 

The cams are on the hats! 

And I'm not being completely honest there.... I also wear belts and watches and have a new fondness for purses. 

Ha ha.....

She who laughs last....laughs heartiest!! 

Love ya,
 
S. 

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