She screamed for help

I screamed, “Ahhh What the hell!”

I turned and opened the door.

Chandler scrambled from the living room, wearing only shorts. “What’s wrong?”

Clutching my towel, I pointed to the bathroom. “Some creep just tried to **** me!”

“Ross!” Chandler yelled. “Get up here! Rachel needs help!”

Chandler pushed me back. He grabbed a baseball bat from the corner. Ross ran up the stairs. His eyes were bloodshot with ****, but filled with concern. He came right to me.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Some creep hopped in the shower with me. He’s still in there.”

Chandler asked Ross, “You wanna call the cops or just beat him dead? He did break into the house.”

“Let me get my gun.”

The bathroom door opened. “What the fuck are you guys yelling about?” Joey stood there in soaking wet shorts.

“Did you get into the shower with Rachel?” Chandler asked, bringing the bat back like he was loading for a swing.

“It was a joke,” Joey said. “I wasn’t even naked.” He gestured to his shorts. “And I didn’t see anything. I was a total gentleman.”

“What the fuck! What is your problem!?” Ross whacked Joey in the balls. “That’s not funny.”

He turned back to me, “I can’t imagine how scary that was. I’m so sorry. I’ll give him worse later.”

He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and led me to the basement.

As we walked down the stairs, I heard Chandler say, “I still want to call the cops on you. That was fucked up.”