Bikers
"My father warned me not to come here," Leslie said to her friend Becky as she walked towards the bar. The place had a terrible reputation and was well known as a hangout for a local biker gang. But it wasn't like they had any real choice in the matter now though. Becky's car was sitting a quarter mile down the road, it was getting darker by the minute and this was the only place open for a couple miles. "All we'll do is go in, use the phone to call daddy, and then leave....