I'm a simple girl. I'm sarcastic and sassy, but what redhead isn't? I have a secret though, a secret that not even my closest friend knows. I have a stalker. A stalker that takes care of me, makes me feel safe, and drenches my panties. Once he touches me, I struggle to accept how much I enjoy his type of pain. The only thing I know for sure is that I have to discover who he is. Can I handle his identity when he reveals himself to me?