One

***COMPLETE*** The book I wrote in grad school...

America was safe again. Free from murders, and rapes, and the darkness that lived within us all. The Protection made sure of it when they became public last year, lurking in the darkest shadows of the world, stalking corruption, without anyone discovering their true identities.

That is, until that balmy August evening on the campus of my small Christian University, when my lab partner Peter thought it would be a good idea to rip my dress off in the middle of the courtyard - without my consent. That was the night The Protection stepped in. When he stepped in. When he saved me. I shouldn't remember any of it, it's scientifically impossible, but somehow I can't forget...