The Best Stalker Ever

Synopsis

The day I found someone hiding under my bed, I didn't call the cops. I tossed the man named Donald Walker a blanket and casually asked if he could take my trash out while he was at it. After all, in those days, finding a free bodyguard and full-time butler was pretty much impossible. Donald thought he was being all possessive, lurking in the shadows, trying to take over my life. But honestly, I was getting pampered with targeted care and enjoying premium retirement benefits. He asked why I wasn't trying to escape. I looked around at the piles of snacks and thought that all my needs had been taken care of without ever stepping outside. Run? Seriously? Out there, the air was basically made of social interaction. That was pure poison for someone like me.