"I should probably get my umbrella in case it does. May I have your help getting inside, please?" Hesitatingly, Mackenzie brushed her hair some when she finished. Or at least she tried to. With her left arm attempting to cover her rosy nipples and her right hand covering her luscious lower lips, she looked less than graceful. The light trembling didn't help either.
Michael ran a finger over his chin. "Well, I'm in a bit of an awkward situation."
Mackenzie laughed heartily in a temporary release of stress. It returned when she realized her laughter caused her plentiful breasts to jiggle and she was compelled collect herself.
Michael smiled. "What I mean is, I don't suppose you can prove this is your house."
Mackenzie blinked and frowned at him. "I don't have my ID on me, if that's what you mean."
Michael nodded and considered. "How about you tell me what happened. If it's credible, I'll try to help."
Mackenzie's frown deepened, but she summarized what had happened. She considered telling him to turn the goddamn phone off, but decided it was best to be appeasing for now. "I'm Mackenzie, by the way," she ended with.
"Michael," he replied. He scratched his head. "You seem like an honest woman. I guess my next question is how would I help you." And what is it worth to you, he thought, but held his tongue for now.
Mackenzie exhaled in relief that he wasn't going to call the police. He also didn't seem like he was a physical danger to her, though her continual vulnerability meant her blush wasn't leaving anytime soon. She had three ideas.
Copyright 2000 - 2025 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.14 seconds at 3:16pm on Feb 08, 2025 via server WEBX1.