Willow finds her.

(chapter originally by Bram Lueche at writing.com)

"Is someone in there?" Was the last thing Mackenzie wanted to hear, at least at that moment, she decided she was wrong when she heard Willow walking over to the seat, and lifting the compartment open.

"Um... Hi, Willow." Mackenzie meekly replied, noticing a second too late that both of her hands were still resting over her crotch, making it look as if she was masturbating in there, she quickly used the newly available space to lift one hand and cover her tightly squeezed breasts from Willow's sight.

"Were... Were you... You know... In there!?" Willow seemed a bit taken aback at Mackenzie's nudity and actions, before Mackenzie dispelled the notion, or at least attempted to do so.

"Oh no, I swear, I wasn't touching myself!" At least not in here Mackenzie silently thought to herself, but that only made her blush a shade deeper.

"Well, you still need to come out from there." Willow told her as she sat back on her side of the car.

Mackenzie really had **** but to do so, she was glad to be free from the confines of that cramped compartment, but not to the audience of her acquaintance, she did her best to cover her voluptuous figure, though she wasn't any less embarrassed for it.

"So, uh... This is a long story..." Mackenzie attempted to understate the situation, but she soldiered on to do what she had to do "So can you please... You know... Help me?"