All Taylor wanted to do was go home after her long shift. First the tire blew out, then her cell phone battery was dead. Her night had become a complete disaster.Her choices were limited - she could walk to a convenience store a half mile away in heels, or go a few blocks to an after-hours motorcycle bar. Opting to save her feet, she chose to visit the bar and ignored the previous warnings by a couple of her friends.What could happen? A few motorcycle clubbers whistling and complimenting her? She'd readily welcome that after the night she'd had.