My Best Friend's Father
I say as I open the door and slip out.
Suddenly, a muscular man wearing boxers, his body glowing with oil from head to toe, approaches me. I step back.
“Take her,” G says as she slips from the car, laughing.
“Wait, what?” Before I can finish my complaint, one of them lifts me and puts me over his shoulder.
“Put me down!” I yell, pounding on his back.
“Just let it happen. You wanted fun. We’re going to have lots of fun.”
“I wanted a fun night, not crazy. Have you lost your mind, G?” I shout, still beating on him, but he doesn’t flinch.