A quick slap and strategic retreat.

Even my best isn't enough to keep my angry fluster from getting the better of me, and I swing my hand up hard to slap his face.

The surprise catches him off guard, and the CRACK of my hand on his cheek is lost in the noise of the crowded bar.

He laughs and smiles down at me. He reaches down and grabs my breast through the dress, his finger latches partially around my nipple and he gives it a squeeze and a quick yank down, enough that a sudden burn of pain spreads through me.

"The fucking cow's got some kick left. I can beat that out of you." He keeps grinning. "The only challenge with a heifer like you is keeping you in one piece."