I've been saving this story for a special occasion, and today I received some awesome

news that would definitely apply.

The man that stocked me for over two years has just been denied parole, and I couldn't

be happier.

What follows is a very condensed version of the heli put me through during those years.

My marriage had recently fallen apart after four years, and I moved to a new town to make

a fresh start.

I quickly found a job tending bar at one of the many dive bars around town.

The customer pool covered a wide range of folks.

Starting from college students to bikers filled the rosters of regulars.

Within my first month I had made friends with a very nice couple.

They ran an area horse rescue service from their ranch.

I had mentioned a desire to learn how to ride a horse and the wife offered her services.

We got along well and sometimes spent girls nights out hopping bar to bar flirting with

men.

On an especially wild night she introduced me to an ex-employee of hers.

When I spent the night together, that was where it should have ended.

I was able to easily move on with my life, but he would not be.

Three times in the following weeks I received roses from a secret admirer.

What was at first a romantic gesture would soon turn horribly sour when I was contacted

by my admirer.

After being asked if I had gotten my roses and telling him yes, he informed me that since

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