Her friend Willow

(chapter originally by Phantom Pen at writing.com)

It wasn't easy to figure out who stepped into the booth considering Mackenzie's restricted viewing capabilities, but there was no mistaking that auburn pixie cut and pretty dusting of freckles. What were the odds Willow would wind up in that exact car? In any case, Mackenzie wasn't sure whether this was good luck or bad luck.

On the one hand, it was somebody she knew, meaning they might help her in her hour of need. On the other hand... it was somebody she knew, and there was a very real risk of being seen naked by said person. Explaining how she wound up naked on the car to a stranger would have been bad enough, but having to explain herself to a friend? The gorgeous redhead was certain she'd die from sheer embarrassment.

Weighing these pros and cons and trying desperately to figure out what to do, Mackenzie stayed curled up under the seat as her friend sat down right above her. The lurch of the car signaled that the ride was in motion once more, and Mackenzie was in for another spin on the ferris wheel.

Mackenzie still wasn't sure what to do. Expose herself to her friend and all the embarrassment that would entail, or keep quiet and try to find an alternate solution to her conundrum? As the car reached the apex of the wheel, Mackenzie found the decision taken out of her control as-