Marianne hesitates at first

"Uh ... don't think so." Marianne's dreaded answer hung heavily for a few moments "But why?" said Mackenzie while she teared up. "Because I say so!" Marianne's confident and stern tone gave way again to petulance, just as Mackenzie's became whinier and more pleading "Please, Marianne... I need to get rid of this fucking thing."

Marianne softened a little, pausing a few moments before asking in a **** voice. "How ... is it?" The question was curious and cautious and Mackenzie was taken aback by this change of tone "Uh .. it's snug... It's ... actually ... uh comfortable ... I mean ... it's a pain when I have to go to the bathroom or to shower, but that's not ..." Mackenzie's voice broke. "I'm horny all the time, Mari. And I can do nothing about it! I can't take it anymore and it's barely been a day. I can't live like this for another week!"

"Well, Rachel said we shouldn't let you out of it, and I ..." Marianne argued, seemingly with herself. "Rachel can go to hell!" Mackenzie growled angrily, then slipped back to her pleading tone. "Please Mari ... I am your friend ... I will do anything!"

Marianne swallowed silently. Hearing Mackenzie beg her like that turned her on, and picturing what went on through her head turned her on even further. "Come on over. Bill's out with some friends, so I have the whole day for myself." Marianne didn't say yes just yet, but she didn't say no either. Could be a good or a bad sign.

Half an hour later, a horny and flustered Mackenzie was ringing at Marianne's door.