TOO-CLOSE FOR COMFORT.
By now, regardless of where I lived, running was a major part of
my every-day schedule. My daily workouts in Little Rock occurred early in the morning-- on the running trail-- near the Arkansas River. On the weekends, not having to work, I ran later in the day and most of the time, my daughters joined me.
At some point, a strange man began calling me, someone who wouldn’t identify himself but who, apparently, was following me. From the very first call, the mystery man could describe each outfit I wore on a particular day. I considered him too close for comfort.
Sometimes, his voice sounded demanding, especially when he described me standing on his chest, kicking him, urinating in his face. I found it troubling when he talked about wanting me to strangle his head between my powerful legs. I began taping his calls and, after playing the tapes for Little Rock’s Police Chief, I agreed to set-up a meeting with the strange caller. Based on the caller’s conversations, I perceived him to be an unattractive and seriously-unstable pervert.
The Chief of Police assured me I’d be safe at all times; his men would follow close-behind me in an unmarked car. The plan would be to arrest the caller and end the abusive and potentially-dangerous phone calls.
I arrived at the designated rendezvous spot, early. Soon, a late model Mercedes convertible pulled into the parking spot next to mine. I continued to stare straight ahead.
My pulse quickly accelerated when I heard the driver slam his car door; I knew he was walking to my car. Pausing to glance inside, the mystery man opened the passenger door and sat down on the seat next to me.
Within seconds, six policemen—guns drawn—surrounded my car and took control. As the police were handcuffing and removing the mystery man from my car, I looked at my caller for the first time. I could hardly believe who was staring back at me. I knew him and—I also knew his wife. The Stranger/Stalker was the husband of another Miss Arkansas.
PS. IN THE PHOTO THAT ACCOMPANIES THIS STORY--I'M MODELING-- IN A SEVENTIES STYLE SHOW-- WITH TWO OTHER MISS ARKANSAS WINNERS WHO ALSO LIVED IN LITTLE ROCK.