A pale hand reached from the car, grasped Relena’s hand, and then pulled her within. A moment later the door closed and the limousine pulled away from the side of the street, speeding off down the road.
Inside Relena sat upon a thick towel, as promised, and stared down at her lap. Being able to sit down, taking the weight off her feet, the lessening of the irritation between her thighs, was a luxury. She did not look up to thank her saviour.
“Well Relena,” Dorothy said after a minute, “would you like to explain what you are doing?”
If there had been a satisfactory answer Relena might have given it. As it was she could think of no way of explaining, so she kept silent.

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