Now watching Aggie was one thing; I went along with her escapades because I didn't want to lose her, but hide in Brea's closet? I didn't think so. After several more pleases and pretty pleases and a "please do it for me baby" I gave in.
"What about you? What if you need protecting and I'm hiding in Brea's closet?"
"I'll be all right. I'll make sure I bring home some one I all ready know. So will Brea. I'll make sure she gets some one nice, but she needs the added security of knowing help is there if needed."
Which is how I found myself in Brea's closet that night watching her trembling form being slowly undressed by a guy I recognized as one of Aggie's lovers. As layer after layer of Brea's clothes came off I began to be glad that I'd agreed to be her protector. I'd always known she was
