Sharon C. Cooper

“Drake! Look out!” Morgan shouted when another guy came up behind him, wrapping his arm around him and putting him in a choke hold. Drake was holding his own, but the first guy had gotten to his feet and zoned in on him.

“Oh, no you don’t.” Morgan climbed onto the table, then jumped on his back. She tightened her arm around his neck, holding on while pounding his head and shoulder.