"Hey, honey," he said. "I'm Mike. And I ain't seen nothing as good-looking as you in a longtime."

Melody felt a shiver of apprehension in her belly and he tried to roll up the window. Mike quickly damped his steely fingers around her shoulder. His hand started moving down her front until he was cupping her tit.

Melody couldn't believe this was happening in broad daylight. She had never felt so scared in her entire life.

"You're a snotty bitch," Mike said. "But I'm going to change that. I wouldn't even bother with you if you didn't have the nicest pair of tits I've ever seen!"

He started squeezing her tit until it hurt like hell. She clawed her fingernails down the inside of his arm, and he screamed and jerked his arm out of the window. She saw her father coming out of the hamburger place. She knew he'd seen everything that had happened and his face was a pale color. She was scared for him. She didn't want him mixed up with anything that could get him hurt.

Perhaps it would have been better if she'd just stayed still and let the guy play with her tit.

She was afraid to move as her father walked across the parking lot to the car. He was smiling. Suddenly he was flinging the food in the big biker's face. Mike screamed in rage and went after him.

It didn't happen the way she thought it would. Her skinny father didn't back up a step. He charged into the biker, and Mike somehow went sailing backwards. The other two bikers stepped in and they were immediately sorry. Melody had never seen anyone fight like her father. He didn't stand still, and in a few minutes all three of the bikers were down. One clutched a broken wrist. The other two were holding their stomachs and they looked as if they were in deep pain.

Rick was smiling as he walked around and got into the car. He started the car and eased it out into traffic.