It's the start of nothing good. I fired off a storm of raunchy text messages...to the wrong number. And he replied. Him: Show me a picture. Him: Tell me your name. Why does the lure of anonymity have me craving to indulge a stranger? It's the start of everything right. I received a slew of text messages...when everything in my life was wrong. And she made me laugh again. Her: You're probably a creeper. Her: Possibly a stalker. Why do I have the overwhelming...