The Watcher

I had met a man many years ago that was in his early twenties named Dalton Gilette. We had worked together in the same restaurant where he was a prep chef and I was a food expediter. At first Dalton seemed like a normal guy, as he was fun and outgoing. But as time passed I noticed that he was creeping on many of the female servers. I remember one time when one of female servers named Kelly, who was an absolute smoke show with massive breasts, was sitting on her break. Dalton walked up beside her, just close enough that she could not see him out of the corner of her eye. For five minutes he stood there looking down her shirt with a big smile on his face and then walked away without her knowing. 

​In the back kitchen he would drop things on the floor and look up the waitresses skirts. There was one occasion where a co-worker told me that a couple of customers went out to their car to fool around and Dalton went into the parking lot and stood behind a tree and masturbated as he watched. 

Over the next few months several of the girls reported their cell phones missing from work. Others said that they had seen someone looking through their bedroom window when they were being intimate with their boyfriend. One of the girls at work complained to the general manager that Dalton would use the girls washroom and sometimes be seen in the girl's change room where one time he was caught masturbating, something he denied. 

A month after that several of the girls claimed that someone had been going through their purses in the back room and when they looked on their cell phones they noticed that someone had been taking pictures with their phone and when they looked at the photos it was of someone's penis.

The complaints about Dalton continued and he was talked to by upper management and human resources on several occasions but there was never enough evidence to fire him. It was all either circumstantial or coincidence. Then one of the girls called the police saying that she had been followed home by someone and while she was in the shower someone broke into her apartment and tried to attack her in the shower. The attacker was naked except for a skull mask. The police questioned Dalton but came up with nothing. 

Then one day a beautiful, friendly and volumptous hostess named Vanessa was hired. Dalton had his eye on her from the start and I could see that he was getting sexually aroused from her presence and he would repeatedly go to the washroom, likely to masturbate. Then one day after his shift he lost control and tried to attack her. He was immediately detained by his co-workers. The cops were called but before they arrived Vanessa's gangster boyfriend swung by as she had texted him about what had happened. He grabbed ahold of the ugly, skinny and perverted little weasel named Dalton...

That was a year ago and Dalton is still in a coma.