*Seanbaby, I know where you live!*

Extracted from the Award-Winning Rosebud's Ass

Seanbaby could hear the footsteps behind him as he walked toward home. The thought of being followed made his pants feel even tighter than usual. "You're being wishful," he told himself, "no one is following you." To be safe he began to walk slower, but the footsteps slowed down with his pace. He was tempted to look back but he was too shy. Seanbaby said a quick prayer, "God please get me laid tonight." He saw the porch light burning and reluctantly walked the rest of the way to his house.

Once inside he leaned against the door for a moment. He glanced out the window to see if anyone was there. The sidewalk was empty. After tossing off on the sofa he decided to grab a snack and get on-line. There he could talk to strangers without any clothes on. After all, no one knew who he really was and couldn't see him. He logged on under his screen name "ByAngel213". Checking his Buddy List he saw GoTo123 was on. He sent her an instant message:

ByAngel213: Hi I'm glad you are on! I don't think anybody was following me home today. It was really weird!

GoTo123: LOL You don't watch enough TV. Why wouldn't someone be following you? Don't you always wear your Prety Samy catsuit to attract stalkers?

ByAngel213: Of course I do... LOL... I guess it was my imagination... but I didn't see anybody when I looked out.

GoTo123: Why don't you give your name out on line... You haven't done that have you?

ByAngel213: Of course I have. I'm not stupid you know.

GoTo123: Did you have a softball game after school today?

ByAngel213: Yes and we won!!

GoTo123: That's great! Who did you play?

ByAngel213: We played the Hornets... LOL... their uniforms are so gross! They look like bees... LOL

GoTo123: You're laughing out loud because the team you played against had stripey tops?

ByAngel213: We are the Canton Cats. We have tiger paws on our uniforms. They are really kewl.

GoTo123: Do you pitch or what?

ByAngel213: No... I play second base. I got to go... My homework has to be done before my parents get home. I don't want them mad at me... Bye

GoTo123: Catch you later.. Bye

GoTo123 decided it was time to teach Angel a lesson.

One he would never forget.

She went to the member menu and began to search for his profile. When it came up she highlighted it and printed it out. She took out a pen and began to write down what she knew about Angel so far.

...His name: Seanbaby
...Birthday: June.15, 1985 age:13
...State where he lived: North Carolina
...Hobbies: softball, chorus, go-go dancing, skating
...and going to the mall.

Besides this information she knew Seanbaby lived in Canton. He had just told her, she knew he stayed by himself until 6:30 every afternoon and mimed along to Birdman until his parents came home from work. She knew he played softball on Thursday afternoons on the school team and the team was named the Canton Cats. His favorite number 69 was tattooed on his ass. She knew he was in the seventh grade at the Canton Junior High School. He had divulged this and other thrilling information in the conversations they had on line. She had enough information to find him now.

"He'll be so surprised," she thought, "he doesn't even know what he has done."

Seanbaby didn't tell his parents about the incident on the way home from the ball park that day. He didn't want them to make a scene and complain that he hadn't been earning his keep by charging stalkers for sexual favours. Parents were always overreacting and his were the worst. It made him wish he was not an only child. Maybe if he had brothers and sisters her parents wouldn't be so demanding.

By Thursday Seanbaby had forgotten about the footsteps following him. His game was in full swing when suddenly he felt someone staring at his pert buttocks. It was then that the memory came back. He glanced up from his second base position to see a girl watching him closely. She was leaning against the fence behind first base and she smiled when he looked at her.

After the game she sat on a bleacher while he talked to the coach. He noticed her smile once again as he walked past her. She licked her lips lasciviously and he smiled back. She noticed his name on back of the shirt. She knew she had found him. Quietly she walked a safe distance behind him. Her stalking instinct told her not to make the usual mistake of frightening him by shouting bad words or throwing underwear, and then having to explain what she was doing to everyone.

It was only a few blocks to Seanbaby's home and once she saw where he lived she quickly returned to the park to get her bike. Now she had to wait. She decided to get a bite to eat until the time came to go to Seanbaby's house. She rode to a fast food restaurant and sat there until time to make her move.

Seanbaby was in his room later that evening when he heard voices in the living room. "Seanbaby, wa ha ha!" his father called. He went into the room to see the girl from the ballpark sitting on the sofa. "Sit down," his father began, "this girl is Rosy, a policeman. We found her hiding in the shrubbery in the front garden with a pair of your jockey shorts on her head, and she has just told us a most interesting story about you."

Seanbaby moved cautiously to a chair across from the girl. How could she tell his parents anything? She had never seen him before today!

"Do you know who I am Seanbaby?" The girl asked

"No..." Seanbaby answered. (Apart from the fact that he had been dropped on his head as a baby, he had an eight-second memory)

"I am your on line friend, GoTo123."

Seanbaby was stunned. "That's impossible! GoTo is a kid my age! He's 14, I know because he sent me his picture, and he lives in Michigan! We're getting married on my birthday, in Amsterdam!" The girl smiled. "I know I told you all that... but it wasn't true. You see, Seanbaby, there are people on line who pretend to be sexy young Cantonese boys; I was one of them. But while others do it to find kids and stalk them, I belong to a group of concerned citizens who do it to protect kids from predators. I came here to find you to teach you how dangerous it is to give out too much information to people online. I emphasise that I am not a real stalker. You told me enough about yourself to make it easy for me to find you. Your name, the school you went to, the name of your ball team and the position you played. The number and name on your tight sexy jersey just made finding you a real turn o... a breeze. I haven't been stalking you."

Seanbaby was stunned. "You mean you don't live in Michigan?"

She laughed. "No, I live in your toybox." Seanbaby gasped. "Where did you get that neat bug-eyed telephone outfit?" She replied, "I wasn't stalking you. I was teaching you an important lesson. Not stalking you."

That night Seanbaby and his dad and Mom all ate some hair.

This is supposed to be a true story ... Could this be happening to your child?