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Her Brave Protector
    "It's all gone," Dana screamed. She was staring at her computer screen displaying her bank account's recent activity and it said that the deposit she made the day before had been withdrawn. Just a few minutes prior, she was in the midst of multi-tasking, with her cell phone wedged to her ear, about to leave a voicemail for Rory Wilson while switching over the contents of her purse to a new one with a secret compartment for her credit cards and a sturdier strap that would hopefully make it harder for anyone to grab from her. But in the process of moving her wallet to the new bag, she realized her bankcard was gone. In a complete panic she quickly checked her account, and railed. All of her money was gone. As of that moment, she was flat broke. "No! Why is this happening to me?" She shouted.
    In the midst of her personal chaos, the old fashioned chime of her landline rang, causing a momentary diversion. It was loud, for one and for two; no one ever called her on it. "Hello?" she sniffled.
    It was Rory "Are you hurt? Do I need to call the police?"
    "How did you get this number?" Dana sat down, completely destroyed.
    "Better answer my question Dana. Are you okay?"
    "Yes, well no, but yeah I am physically fine."
    "What were you screaming about?"
    Dana shook her head. His calling her on an unlisted number and knowing she was screaming, on top of losing all her money was too much. She'd been so stupid to trust him and take him home. "My bank account has been wiped out. Now tell me how do you know I'm screaming and how did you get this number?"
    "I called my cell phone from your house so I could have it in case of emergency. And you just called me on your cell and left the line open. I could hear you screaming and was worried."
    She looked over at her cell, and saw what he said was true. She'd meant to leave a message but forgot and never ended the call. "Sorry, I didn't realize. I got distracted by losing all my money."
    "How is your bank account wiped out?"
    Dana began to cry. She couldn't stop it to just talk to him. "It was stolen."
    "Dana, did you get mugged again?"
    "No yesterday," she sobbed.
    "I'm coming over."
    The last thing Dana wanted was to have Rory feel obligated. "No please. I can take care of this. I'm sorry to get upset. I'm fine."
    "Dana?"
    "Yes?"
    "I'm not asking. I'm going to be over there in five minutes. Do you understand me?" Dana was going to agree but she was interrupted. There was the sound of a female voice in the background and Rory pulled away from the phone to talk to her before returning to the phone. "Dana?"
    Now Dana was just mad. "Yes I understand you," she said coldly. "But I don't want you coming over. That was what I was calling you about. I had fun yesterday and all and you're a great guy but I don't want to see you again."
    "I didn't quite get that. What are you saying?"
    "You heard me," Dana asked incredulously.
    "No I didn't." Rory's tone was decisively crisp. "I did hear the cell phone message you left me this morning. Do you want me to play it back?" He was interrupted again by the female voice. Dana could hear them. Rory was telling her there was gas in the car and to be home by ten. Then she heard, "love you, big brother!" Oh did Dana feel like jumping off a cliff.
    "Ok I am alone now," Rory continued after a long pause. "So do you want me to play back the part where you said you were going buy me the most decadent fattening meal in town because I must have burned so many calories fucking your brains out yesterday? Yeah, I had to put in earphones to listen to it because it got pretty raunchy, you know for a chick who doesn't want to see me again."
    "I'm sorry," Dana said quickly.
    "Ok," his tone was very formal. "Well whether you want to fuck me again or not…"
    "I do," Dana said meekly to no avail because Rory kept on talking.
    "I am coming over there because sounds like you have been robbed again. And I am guessing you didn't make a police report before?"
    "First