Willow is more than happy to help.

(chapter originally by Phantom Pen at writing.com)

"Oh my goodness, Mackenzie! Of course I'll help you!" Willow said, hopping up and giving her naked friend a hug, much to Mackenzie's awkward discomfort. After an uncomfortable moment (and a lingering touch from Willow's hands), Mackenzie's friend backed up and began digging through her bag.

"Okay, so we need to get you some clothes before the entire park sees your goods." Willow said, stating the obvious as Mackenzie squirmed in place. They only had until their car returned to the bottom of the wheel to get this situation worked out, and every moment spent doing nothing brought the redhead closer to humiliation.

"Willow, I don't want to sound ungrateful, but could you hurry up with a plan already?!" Mackenzie begged, eyes darting around nervously. The naked beauty could feel every caress of the wind and heard every noise as if it were right next to her, her heart pounding furiously.

"I'm trying!" Willow insisted. "Okay, I've got an idea! We're just about at the top of the wheel, so we should have plenty of time to do this. Everything will be fine, Mackenzie! Just trust in your friend Willow!"

Willow's words should have put Mackenzie's heart at ease. Instead, Mackenzie's heart skipped a beat as she saw Willow-