Go to the bar. What harm can occur?

Okay, you're right.

"Hey girrrlie..."

Then again, maybe you're not.

Damn, this big drunk biker guy is calling me. Almost made it. Well, I can't just ignore him.

"Hi!" I try to look pleasant to hide my fears.

His buddies stand beside him. So, he must be the leader.

"This isn't a place fer kids," he says.

"Oh...well, I'm eighteen, I'm not a kid. I'm a grown-up"

"Well, is that right? Then, yer welcome here. My name's Chuck. Does this grown-up have a name?"

He reaches out a big furry-bear hand. I shake it, and his grip is intense.

"I'm Mandy; I, uh, heard this was a good place to eat."

"It's a good place for many things," he says with a smile.

"Okay!" I don't know if there's a closing for this conversation anytime soon, so I decide to start heading for the entrance, wiggling my ass as I go to distract them.

But, his hand clenches at my shoulder to stop me.

"Wait, girl, I have a something to ask you."

I turn to face them.

"Yes?"

"You seem dressed for danger, so I'm sure you won't mind, although, this is anything but dangerous."

"Okay..."

"Well, you see my buddy over there?" He points to a guy sitting sideways on his bike. His face is sharp and scraggly, he looks like a dimwit. "His name is Chez, and his girlfriend just left him. Well, you're gonna help us get her back with him. Now, I have this camera here... I want you just to sit with him and let me take a few pictures."

"How's that going to get her back with him?" I ask.

He fumbles with the settings on his camera.

"It just will, it works every time."

Okay...kinda strange.

"There are no other girls around?"

"None as fine as you sweetheart." Oh yes, there's that wicked smile again.

"Just sit on his lap," he continues, "let me take three shots, and then I'll give ya fifty bucks. What d'ya say?"

"Sit on his lap?" Geez, what DO I say?