Dan wants to have a talk with you

"Hey there, Joy," Dan calls, motioning you over to the driver's side of his car.

You walk up to the window of his BMW and lean down so your face is visible from where he's sitting.

"Good morning, Dan," you say, trying to sound friendly.

Dan grins. He's been hitting on you ever since he found out you turned 18. Lately his come-ons have become very overt, even though he is now married to Maria. He eyes your overly tight shorts and gives you a lecherous grin.

"So, is today my lucky day?" He asks.

"What do you mean?" You counter, suspecting you know exactly what he means.

"The day I finally get to see those big melons you're always smuggling around," he says. "I bet they're really ripe...and juicy."

"You'll just have to use your imagination," you say, standing up and getting ready to leave.

Dan suddenly reaches out and catches your wrist. You look down in surprise.

"Not so fast, Joy," he says with a hint of something dark creeping into his voice.

"Let go of me, Dan," you say.

He lets go, but he's not done.

"I know about you and Mr. Wood," he says. "You two should learn to close the windows. We live right next door."

"I don't know what you're talking about," you reply.

"Oh," he reaches out slowly and places a hand on your belly, "I think you know exactly what I'm talking about. I bet your parents would be real interested to know the old pervert across the street knocked up their precious little girl."

"Fuck you," you spit at Dan, slapping his hand away.

"That's the idea," he laughs. "Now get in the car."

"What!?" You sputter, shocked by his behavior.

"You heard me," he pats the seat next to him. "Get in the car. You and me are going for a little ride."