January 14, 2010, 12:22PM A 25-year-old Bethlehem woman found a note offering to pay her for sex and a pair of lewd photos attached to her car Wednesday morning.
The woman, whose name is being withheld for her safety, told police that she found the package under her car's windshield wiper at 8:23 a.m. Wednesday at the Walgreen's at 2979 Linden St.
In the note the alleged stalker asked the woman for sex, offered to pay for a hotel room and give her $500, Bethlehem police Lt. Mark DiLuzio said. The note also alluded to the alleged stalker knowing the woman and that he was, "watching her," DiLuzio said.
The pictures attached to the note depicted a man's genitals, police said. "This is very scary," DiLuzio said. Police are investigating and ask anyone who may have seen someone putting something on a vehicle at the Walgreen's, or if anyone has received similar packages to notify police. DiLuzio can be reached at 610-997-7672. lehighvalleylive.com
It would not surprise me to find out this woman is a stripper or a former stripper with a stalker PL. Any strip club stalking stories?
I have several stalker stories.
I used to work at a hotel, across from a strip joint with a reputation. With that said:
My creep o meter went off and I asked "What's your badge number?" He floored it and never came back again.
He started the truck and pulled slowly back. He started to turn, but then angled as if he was trying to get an angle on me as he reached into his seat. I drew down on him as I ducked behind a car. He floored it and headed for an exit. He stopped briefly, looking at me. I pulled the hammer back, I wanted to make the shot count.
The security guard across the street, watching the whole thing, got a shot off at him. He floored it and pulled into the street, fishtailing to throw off our aim. We both ran into the street, in case he decided to double back, he didn't.
One night, I was in position, but was having trouble with a Lincoln Towncar, because it sat so low to the ground. I had my flashlight tucked into my armpit and I was leaning over to see the plate. Just then, the flashlight swiveled, it's beam shooting into the Lincoln's interior. I heard a scream, the likes of which I'd never heard in my life (I've seen combat).
In a quarter second, the mind kicks into hyperdrive and survival mode. My first thought was that a girl in the car had just been stabbed by a rapist. My second thought was that the rapist also had a gun.
I was moving, rolling to my right. I dropped the flashlight, but picked it up as drew my weapon (a .357). Assuming firing position, I focused on the driver's side, aiming mmy flashlight and gun. "LET ME SEE YOUR HANDS" I screamed, and twice for good measure.
I advanced on the driver's side to see a tiny asian man behind the wheel. He was struggling to pull up his zipper. With eyes as big as a saucer, he said "No shoot, no shoot, I go."
The massive shot of adrenaline kept me from laughing for about a half hour.