It was 1:30 in the morning when her dad asked her a question.

"Amanda, honey, do you have to go to the bathroom again?"

They were somewhere in Ohio now motoring along the dark highway. Amanda was all too well aware of the van behind them whose headlights kept the backseat slightly illuminated.

"No, daddy," she replied. "I'm fine. We can just keep going." Amanda had been dozing lightly when her father's voice woke her. She wondered briefly if the encounter in the restroom had been just a dream. Then her finger touched her waistband, reminding her of the missing button on her jeans.

"Are you sure?" her father asked, looking at her in the rearview mirror.

"Yes, daddy."

Her father's eyes settled on the road again before looking back at her in the mirror. "Amanda, we're coming up at a rest stop now and there won't be one for at least another hour," he told her. "I'm going to stop anyway and I want you to go, even if you don't have to."

"Daddy, no, it's okay!" Amanda protested. But it was too late. The car was already pulling off the highway into a well-lit rest stop. This one had a gas station as well as several restaurants attached. Amanda hoped it would be more populated than the previously deserted restrooms.

Her dad parked the car. "Travis," he said, "go with your sister. I want you to pee too. Go on now."

Bleary-eyed (he had been sleeping in the passenger seat), Travis stumbled out of the car. Amanda stayed close to her brother as they walked to the restroom. She looked around the parking lot but didn't see any sign of the red van. Perhaps he had given up? Maybe they were going too fast for him to follow... Slightly comforted, Amanda relaxed a bit.

Brother and sister entered the men's restroom. Amanda went into a stall while Travis relieved himself at a urinal. As Amanda fumbled with the button of her jeans, she called out, "Travis, will you please wait for me this time?"

He didn't reply, but she heard the sound of his zipper closing. He was done already. "Travis, please?" the eight year old girl pleaded. She was sitting on the toilet now trying to will herself to pee.

"Go ahead Amanda," he told her. "I'll be right outside." And then he left without even washing his hands. Amanda swallowed fearfully. She was too scared and uptight to pee. Taking a deep breath, she tried to relax. Finally, a trickle of urine began to flow from her, gradually gaining strength. When she was done, she quickly pulled her pants back on.

Amanda listened for a moment before opening the stall door. She didn't hear any out there. Cracking the door, she peered out to confirm she was alone. She had just stepped from the stall when he entered the restroom, his boots clicking against the floor as usual.

Panicking, Amanda tried to run from the restroom but he grabbed her around the waist. She tried to resist again but he was simply too strong. He dragged her into the restroom and slammed the door shut. Amanda backed up, terrified, until she was at the far end of the stall where the toilet connected to the wall. She wished she could put more distance between herself and this man.

He turned to face her. "Take off your pants and underwear," he ordered her. Amanda was too petrified to comply.

"Take them off," he repeated, a distinct edge in his voice this time. Amanda's fingers fumbled nervously as she unzipped her jeans and pushed them to her ankles. Her underpants followed suit. The eight year old girl shivered like a trapped animal as she stood in front of the man, nude from the waist down.

The man sat down on the toilet. "Get on my lap," he said expressionlessly. Waddling forward with her pants around her ankles, Amanda meekly did as she was told. She could feel the rough texture of his corduroy pants against her bare bottom. However, her legs were still clenched together so the stranger parted her knees with his hands. She didn't resist.

"There," he whispered, his breath hot in her ear. "Doesn't that feel nice?" His hand had settled between her legs again and his digit parted her bald pussy, fingering the valley of her slit. Amanda didn't answer. She felt that funny feeling inside again. The naïve girl didn't know how to categorize these new sensations tickling her body.

"Amanda," the man repeated. "This feels nice doesn't it? You like what I'm doing, don't you?"

"I... I don't know..." Amanda said truthfully. "It feels weird."

"I'm giving you pleasure," he whispered into her ear. His finger glided from her little baby clit to her belly button, caressing the plump and hairless flesh of her crotch. He settled on her clit again, grinding it into her pubic bone before delving deeper to her tiny vagina. He probed her virginity with his finger, pleased to find a hint of moisture.

"You're getting wet, aren't you?" he teased her. "That means your body likes what I'm doing, even if your mind doesn't realize it yet."

Amanda was confused. He was right, the little girl could feel herself getting wet and it felt strange, like she had peed herself. Did her body really enjoy what he was doing? She just couldn't tell. Amanda knew that even though she felt uncomfortable, at the same time she didn't want him to stop.

Suddenly, she heard someone enter the restroom. The man coughed several times, so she knew it wasn't Travis. They heard him relieving himself at a urinal. Amanda's mouth was uncovered. She could scream for help.

Still molesting her, the man put his mouth right up to her ear and spoke so softly that only she could hear. "Don't say a word," he whispered. "If you scream, I'm going to hurt you. And your brother. And your father." His finger found her clit again and he fondled her intensely. Amanda stiffened on his lap from the stimulation.

Outside the stall, she heard the man finish up and flush the urinal. Then he washed his hands. Amanda desperately wanted to scream for help, she could almost imagine the silent plea from her vocal cords. But she just couldn't. His finger mercilessly probed her privates and it felt... good.

The man outside dried his hands and left the restroom. Amanda heard her only hope fade away as his footsteps receded in the distance. Desperately, she wondered if Travis would come look for her if she didn't come out soon. But the truth was that only three minutes had passed since the man had pulled her into the stall. It wasn't long enough to raise any suspicions on Travis' or her dad's part.

"Give me your hand," the stranger commanded her. Without waiting, he took her wrist. He removed his hand from between her legs and positioned her own there. He moved her fingers into position until Amanda could feel her little button beneath her fingers.

"Feel that there?" he asked her. "That's your clit. I want you to rub it for me. That's right, just like that." He nodded approvingly. "Now reach down here, a little lower, right. Feel how wet that is? That means you're doing a good job." He let Amanda masturbate for a moment.

"You're a good girl, aren't you?" he smiled deviously at her. "Now here's the deal. I saw you sitting in the back seat of the car. I want you to reach into your jeans and touch yourself like this during the car ride. Understand."

Amanda didn't respond but she kept diddling her clit, exploring the new feelings this action was producing. The man shook her shoulder. "Hey," he said. "Do you understand?"

Amanda stopped what she was doing. "Yes," she answered timidly.

"Good," the man told her. "You touch yourself like that. And if you stop..." He paused for dramatic effect. He turned Amanda's head so he could look into her eyes. "Bam, your car gets run off the road." He let the words sink in. "Now get dressed."

Amanda slid off his lap and bent to pull up her underpants and jeans but the main stopped her. "Hold it," he directed. He made her step out of her jeans. Picking them up, he extracted her underpants and returned her jeans.

"I'm gonna keep these," he told her. Amanda didn't understand why he would want to keep her underwear but she didn't argue. She pulled on her jeans and zipped them up. It felt strange not to be wearing underwear.

The man nodded at her and grinned wickedly. "See you later," he said. Turning away, Amanda quickly let herself out of the stall and left the restroom. Bursting out into the rest stop lobby, Amanda found Travis fiddling with the vending machine. She pulled him away and they were soon barreling down the highway again in the station wagon.

Amanda still longed to tell her dad what had happened. But she was too scared of the man's threat to run the car off the road. She remembered his grim gaze and his fearsome eyes as he threatened her. Distressed, Amanda looked out the window at the blank nighttime surroundings. She felt very anxious and upset.

Amanda was staring blankly out the window when a car pulled up alongside the station wagon. She didn't think much of it until she saw the driver gesturing and waving at her. Looking up, she realized it was her tormentor from the restroom. He swung his van closer and closer until Amanda could have reached out her window and tapped the van's side.

"What in the world?" her father asked. He saw how close the van had moved to his car. "What is this guy doing? He's gonna kill someone..."

Her father's words send a wave of fear through Amanda. Her dad sped up and tried to put some distance between them and the van. However, the other driver stubbornly kept up and refused to let any distance come between the two cars. Amanda sat up and looked around the highway. They were the only two cars around. She couldn't see any other headlights or tail-lights anywhere near.

"I don't understand what this guy is trying to do," her dad muttered. Amanda looked out her window and made eye contact with the man. He wiggled his fingers in his window and then pointed at his crotch. Amanda understood the message.

Her father sped up some more and this time the driver of the van let him go. Amanda turned and watched as the van's headlights receded in the distance. "I'm glad that's over with," her father said to himself. He moved out of the passing lane and moved back within the speed limit.

Amanda settled back in her seat, worriedly fiddling with her seat belt. The man obviously was ready to make good on his threat. Holding back a yawn, the eight year old discreetly moved her hand under her jeans in the dark car. As she started playing with her little button as the man taught her, Amanda wondered how much longer it was until morning.