I Caught A Biker Climbing Out Of My Teenage Daughters Window And Grabbed My Gun To Klll Him!
My hands shaking, I leveled a shotgun at the huge figure climbing out of my sixteen-year-old daughter’s window as I stood in the dark of my backyard. With his gray beard, leather vest, and tattoos running down both arms, he was every father’s worst nightmare. I racked the slide and hissed, “Don’t move.” “Or I’m…