Roger's hand went straight for the zipper of my riding jacket:
"Don't be like that, babe. We're just playing around. It's not like you're losing anything."
Cold sweat broke across my skin. I clamped my legs around the bike, and the tears came all at once.
Cars surrounded me on every side, bumper to bumper at the light.
Through the windows I could see people holding up phones to record. Others craning their necks to watch.
Not one window opened. Not one person said a word.
Forty-seven seconds left on the red.
Ervin's fist was already twisted into my helmet strap, pulling it so tight I couldn't breathe.
My riding jacket had been yanked open. Cold wind poured in against bare skin and I went numb from the chest down.
I couldn't take it anymore. I screamed with everything I had:
"They're harassing me! Somebody call the police! Please!"
I thought if I screamed loud enough, someone would step in.
I didn't expect the first voices to come from the three men standing right in front of me.
Ervin cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted: