Disclaimer: I don't own anything besides the idea for this story. I only borrowed the characters.

I was discomfortingly awakened by the ringing of the doorbell.

Slowly, I tried to get up, but Rebecca purred that she would open it.

I heard someone running upstairs.

"Bridget, where are you? We have to talk!"

It was Mark.

"Why is Rebecca wearing your bathrobe?"

She was wearing what?

"Dear God, Bridget, why are you only wearing your underwear?"

Rebecca, you damn bitch!