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creepy you know."
    "Oh not this again," Paul turned to the kitchen unit and put the kettle on. "What has he done now?"
    Vixen hauled her heavy chest off the sofa, stretching her back as she walked towards Paul.
    "He hasn't actually done anything, but he keeps saying really weird things to me." She walked up to Paul and he pulled her into an embrace, resting his chin on her auburn hair.
    "He keeps talking about feeding me, saying I'm too thin and he dreams of covering me in chocolate."
    Paul laughed, "There's plenty of geezers who dream of that darling."
    "Yeah I know that," Vixen agreed, "But this is different somehow, it's just creepy. And I'm sure he's following me."
    "Well you should be used to that with all the paps around Vix. It's all part of the job."
    "So you don't think it's weird?" she asked him.
    "Look, you are Vixen. The big boobed, green eyed love machine." He pushed her away from him and held her at his arms' length. "Look at yourself Vix, you ooze sex appeal. You are every teenage boy and red blooded male's wet dream. You could turn gay men straight for fucks sake."
    Vixen blushed at Paul's compliment.
    "Of course he's obsessed by you," Paul reassured her. "And you've spent your whole career courting this kind of attention. It's how you got all this." He gestured around the grand kitchen. "All of this," he rubbed his hands over Vixen's breasts. "Got all of this." He said, stroking the kitchen work surface which sparkled under the chandelier.
    "Don't you think we should tell the police though?" she asked him.
    "Oh for fucks sake Vixen; you wanted this life and you got it. People would kill to be in your position. Stop fucking moaning and don't you dare call the police, we don't need them mugs sniffing around. Now come on you've got a book signing tonight and punters to please. Why don't you invite Malcolm?" Paul laughed again. "Tell him there are free cakes; that should make him happy."
    "It's not funny," Vixen sulked. "I really think he's weird."
    "The whole fucking world is weird." Paul dismissed her, "Come on, shut up about it and get on with making yourself look gorgeous. This autobiography is gonna make us a small fortune. Now shake what your mamma made ya and get up those stairs."
    Vixen relented and made her way to her bedroom. She was going to try and ignore Malcolm and his ministrations but she just couldn't help feeling a dark sense of terror that she may just bump into him in the flesh.

Chapter Six
    Malcolm printed off the new series of photographs he had taken of Vixen over the last week; captured glimpses of her existence, covertly taken as he hid in the background of her life. Malcolm was in love with Vixen. He felt that he should look after her from the very day he saw her staring at him from the front page of Lads Mag Fortnightly. He had never bought a magazine until that very day when fate had played him the winning hand.
    Since seeing Vixen on display, Malcolm had made it his mission in life to watch over her and saw himself as her guardian angel. The internet had made it easy for nobodies like Malcolm to reach out to previously untouchable people. Vixen's love for social media and desire for adulation from her followers had made the transition from passive admirer to active follower very easy. Malcolm would sit for hours on his computer waiting for the green light that heralded Vixen's arrival on the information highway which was the World Wide Web.
    Opening one of the many chocolate bars he consumed in a day, Malcolm sat on his bed and dreamed of the day he could administer chocolate to Vixen. She was definitely in need of some chocolate loving in Malcolm's eyes.
    "Malcolm, your dinner is ready, come downstairs love," his mother cried. Malcolm swallowed the last part of his bar without chewing it and made his way to the kitchen where his elderly parents carried out their daily ritual of dinner.
    "Here he is." Malcolm's mother Deirdre smiled up at him. "I've made your favourite today Malc,