Her strides were long and purposeful, as she paced the hallway. She sucked thoughtfully on the heart shaped lollipop, enjoying the taste. Her skirt barely covered her slim lithe thighs. In his eyes however, she was perfect. There, hidden in an elusive corner. He watched her intensely from the darkness. He licked his lips. His lust had grown into obsession, she was his opium. Morbid fascination had led to addiction, until it was too late. He realized he would never be able to live without her. "Lolita, Lolita, Lolita..." He said out loud. The girl tore her head away from the window she was looking out of. She swore she heard something in the lengthening shadows. She took the lollipop out of her mouth, with a loud pop; and with a hesitant voice, she called out, "Who's there?" There was no answer. She waited for a while, then shrugged. Maybe it was a result of her overactive imagination. She plopped the lollipop back in, turned and walked away. "Oh Lolita...one day you will be mine."