Loverman

By William Young

The difference between stalking someone and trying to win their heart is a very fine line. After Erika breaks up with Roger during Christmas week, he goes to some lengths to win her back.

• Language: English
• Publisher: William Young
• Release date: Dec 14, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465861221

William Young

William Young can fly helicopters and airplanes, drive automobiles, steer boats, rollerblade, water ski, snowboard, and ride a bicycle. His career as a newspaper reporter spanned more than a decade at five different newspapers. He has also worked as a golf caddy, flipped burgers at a fast food chain, stocked grocery store shelves, sold ski equipment, worked at a funeral home, unloaded trucks for a department store and worked as a uniformed security guard. He lives in a small post-industrial town along the Schuylkill River in Pennsylvania with his wife and three children.

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LOVERMAN

by William Young

Published at Smashwords by William Young

Copyright 2011 by William Young

I came to know Andrew Kissling because he had, during the course of the year he sat innocuously several cubicles down from me, stolen my girlfriend. To the best of my knowledge, he began his machinations of love during the company retreat, an annual event normally held on the shores of Lake Thalbord but this year having been moved to the green slopes of Mount Schii, a ski resort with Bavarian intentions and American sensibilities which had been searching for a summer identity, when I had suddenly fallen ill with a severe case of appendicitis. My appendix, and Erika, were both removed from my life, though Erika much more slowly and without anesthesia.

I should probably say that Andrew Kissling came to know me. He began dropping by my cubicle one day about two weeks after my appendix had been removed, inquiring about how I felt. He was, I thought then and still do, an unremarkable man: brown hair, brown eyes, a predilection toward uninspired dress and, so far as I knew then, an inability to converse on any topic not tax code related. He would have made the perfect spy: He was plain and unremarkable, able to blend into the background with the least effort. He was the type of person who could pass state secrets and never spend the money garnered through his illicit and treasonous dealings, never drawing attention to himself. Not, of course, that he owed me any loyalty. To him, assuredly, I was the man in the nearby cubicle who was dating the pick of the paralegal litter: