Rate this story I was driving home one evening at about 9pm and took a short detour through the ‘Red Light’ district, where the prostitutes hang out. I wasn’t a prospective customer, just get a great thrill in watching scantily clad women on the street on offer to any man who had the money (which I didn’t). I stopped at a red traffic light and was scanning the area to see if I could spot any of the girls. All of a sudden, I had this feeling of being watched, and looking over to the car stopped in the lane...
