I was out at the shopping mall yesterday and after I exited the mall in my car I parked by the side of the road for a while to answer a phone call. It was broad daylight and there was lots of people around. A foreign-looking guy with a Spanish drawl taking pictures of the lakeside knocked on my car door and for some amazingly fucking stupid reason I opened the car window and he asked me to take his picture.

I SAID OKAY!

Then I took a picture of him by the lakeside. He started talking to me, I think he said something about nudist party and would I like to come, and I said maybe. Then he asked if he could take a picture with me and I said okay and the next thing you know he was hugging really tightly and grinding against me.

The fucked up part was I said okay it's a bit too close for me can you let go and he kept gripping me tighter but I did not pull away. He took 1 picture of me then took another picture of us.

He then asked if I could take a picture of him while he was in my car and I said I don't think so, my boyfriend's nearby (lie!) so he said fine, better to take the picture by the side of my car.

THE EVEN MORE FUCKED UP PART WAS WHEN I SAW HIM ADJUSTING HIS PANTS AND YANKING HIS FUCKING COCK OUT and I said "oh, okay, wow, I'll just look this way" and he said "no no, take my picture now" and when I took the picture he was having a fucking hard on and was touching himself.

FUCKKK. I don't know what came over me, my senses was like basically gone or something. I asked him to go away and I was trembling so much, in total shock. I got into my car quickly and drove off. Thank god he left me.

NOW I WISHED I HAVE FUCKING THROWN HIS CAMERA INTO THE LAKE OR TAKEN IT WITH ME.

But the thing is I couldn't say no, I was just okay...okay...sure... My friends all say it's pukau (in a spell/trance) which I think it really is because in my right mind I would have probably thrown the camera somewhere.

Fuck I'm still freaking out. I came back from Popeye's today with him and seeing Najiah and her boyfriend. It was around 11 pm. I went to the lobby area in my condo and stopped by my mailbox to check out any new mail. As I was checking it out, an old man with a cap and glasses clad in black was walking towards the lift (covered by pretty marble wall).

I heard his footsteps and I heard him enter the lift (you know, the creaking sound it makes when the weight shifts). I heard him pressing the button so the door would open for me so barely 5 seconds later I headed off to the lift A (lift B was at the 8th floor, at a quick glance) - and get this - NOBODY WAS IN THE LIFT. Shit, my heart stopped for a while.

There's no other way the guy could have gone away. I heard him enter the lift. I heard his footsteps!! Now I'm freaking out. After living in this condo for nearly twelve years (it's situated next to a graveyard) I finally experience something unexplainable.


Ughhh. And haha sorry for the crappy illustration. Thanks to Paint!