Stalker

Out of the shadow I walked. no, I stalked.
My prey was just ahead, the steam rising off the pavement around her in a beguiling manor. The hot August sun was quickly evaporating the rain that had just graced us with its presence.
That rain gets my gratitude, it left my darling-unknown, soaked. Her cloths clinging to her small frame. The sight of it excites me as I stalk around a drab colored mini-van. It makes my job much easier, the fabric can't hide her from me.
I slow my pace as I creep up behind her.
I feel giddy, shes almost with in my reach now. I smile at my intent. Naughty.
Suddenly my feet make a heavy splashing sound as I clumsily step into an unseen puddle.
NO!
My moment is stolen!
My prey becomes aware of me and turns with a shocked face, blond curls bouncing wildly.
Caught, I slow down. Defeated I stand ready for the accusation.
"Daddy! Don't you even think of tickling me!" My daughter calls to me smiling, my secret agenda ruined.