I went through a similar experience when I was riding my bike at age 13. A man in his car followed my friends and I, and at intersections he halfway stood up in his car as he fondled himself. We kept riding faster as we tried to get away, but he followed us almost all the way home. It still haunts me sometimes! I really don’t know why some guys feel the need to give that kind of show. Those things are not pretty!

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