"It wasn't about balls." She replied.  I thought I was going crazy.  I'm self employed so my insurance is crap right now.  Albert didn't scare me; he made me mad.  I e-mailed you out of desperation.  I didn't really think about the fact that I was giving a stranger my address.  When I did think about it, it was too late.  And you made him shut up.  I just wanted the ghost gone.  I figured if he couldn't touch me he couldn't hurt me."  Julie sounded exasperated once more.  "If you way I might be seeing more of them, I need to know how to get rid of them with my sanity mostly in tact."  Far be it for her to call herself fully sane.  At twenty one she'd decided to open her own photography business.  At twenty six she was in her third city trying to make it work and find a place that felt like home.<br/><br/>Jule walked over to the door and slid her feet into sneakers.<br/><br/>"So yeah, I will swim or drown trying to learn."  She declared with fierce determination.  What ever was going on, she was going to be better, stronger, than it was.  The petite woman was not going to let anything take her life away from her or make it unbearable to live.