Biker Pumped Gas Into Crying Girl’s Car And She Begged To Stop As Her Boyfriend Will KiII Her

I’m sixty-six years old. Been riding for forty-three years. Seen plenty. But the fear on her face made my blood run cold. “Where do you live?”

“Forty miles from here.” Her sobs came harder now. “Please, you have to stop. He’s coming any second, and he’ll think I was flirting or asking for money or—”

The pump clicked off. Her tank was full. Forty-two dollars’ worth.

Her eyes widened in panic. “Oh my God. Oh my God, what did you do? He’s going to kill me. He’s literally going to kill me.”

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