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She sat on the park bench, not waiting but thinking. Children ran around playing football and picking on each other, but she didn�t know any of them. She was a very intelligent person, and knew some very interesting things, but no one was taking any notice.
     One wouldn�t have been able to tell by looking just how much he wanted her.
     He looked normal, in his dark coat, black trousers, and plain shoes. Of course, from a distance one doesn�t notice the material of a man�s trousers.
     These were leather.
     As she listened to her music and thought her thoughts of life and death, he walked slowly around the park. He was not regarded greatly by people. The mothers were too busy talking and the children too busy playing. There were surprisingly few fathers about for a Saturday, probably all at home watching the football, like her father. He watched her quietly from afar. There was no point in scaring her, he would let her notice him in her own time, and play it at her pace.
     The day would come when she would crave him.

     She went home in her own time, strolling casually along the pavement, head bobbing slightly in time to U2�s Elevation, which she played at a moderate volume through discreet headphones. She crossed the road discreetly upon seeing a group of kids of her age drinking and smoking pot. She wasn�t the sort of person to take their nonsense for anything except nonsense. She didn�t care what people like that thought, if they thought. But she didn�t want to get hurt.