Chapter #2Something else? by: imphic   Like what! Mackenzie shouted inside her mind as she heard another motor starting. The redheaded beauty was fairly intelligent, her predicament notwithstanding.
Mackenzie turned to face the street and leaned against her front door; she took a couple of deep cleansing breathes. She moved her left hand to cover her womanhood and her red landing strip while her right forearm covered her pretty pink nipples, but still left most of her lovely knockers visible to any passersby.
She closed her blue eyes for a few moments; by the time she reopened them she had four other ideas. One was to simply hail a driver for help. Two was heading over to her sister's place. Three was try to make it to her ex-boyfriends. And four was to travel to a locksmith.
While getting a driver's attention was not ideal, it might be best to proactively solicit aid. Mackenzie was typically positive and believed most people would help a pleading naked young woman versus just seeing some ginger bimbo streaking around. A driver could likely make a phone call to Marianne, a locksmith, family, or whomever. She might even be allowed in the driver’s vehicle to obscure her shapely naked body, but that would be a pretty big risk.
Mackenzie's younger sister, Isabel, was a lot like her. The newly-turned 23-year-old blonde had a callipygian form, a gregarious disposition, and nudity penchant. While Isabel was more modest than Mackenzie, she had the unfortunate tendency of ending up disrobed in public. She would be sympathetic to her big sister's problem. Isabel lived two blocks away.
Mackenzie’s ex-boyfriend, Pedro, was an outdoorsman who she had seen climb up the side of a house twice to get into locked houses--for benign reasons. Like Isabel, Pedro was no stranger to seeing Mackenzie in her birthday suit, and she imagined he would be willing to help. He was an honorable guy and while he had ended their relationship to be with a bustier-than-Mackenzie coworker named Kida, he had been honest about it and had not cheat on her. However, he lived four blocks away.
Mackenzie didn’t know much about the closest locksmith, other than it was called “Keydom” and where it was located. Willow had her partner use them when she got herself handcuffed to a bed; according to her, the young lady that came over was friendly and fast. “And then,” Willow added, “she got me out of the handcuffs.” However, “Keydom” was on semi-busy street and was three blocks away.
Mackenzie’s calculus was interrupted by the sound of a truck driving by. Presumably the driver did not notice her and her nudity as the vehicle continued down the road, but Mackenzie realized she should decide quick. Or, maybe go to the large bush in the front, conceal herself there for now, and continue pondering her choices.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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