The woman goes catatonic, and Mackenzie gets cold feet

Mackenzie pulled the woman's jeans and panties to her ankles, and went back up to grab the hem of her shirt when she looked at her face and saw it was empty, with her eyes wide open and her mouth slightly parted.

Mackenzie froze. In that woman's face she could see herself senior year of high school, just starting upon the hell that would be her life up to the present. She could sense the terror and paralysis she was putting the woman through, and harsh pangs of guilt washed over her.

"Sorry..." she simply pulled the woman's pants and panties back up to her hips, zipped the fly and buttoned the button before patting the woman on the shoulder and walking back to Molly, who had been watching and was visibly annoyed.

"Mack, what the hell?!?!" Molly sighed and put her arms up.

"I just couldn't do it," Mackenzie admitted, "she was just too innocent."

"So are you," Molly continued, "and so was I. Your protection ran out a minute ago, and I'm not giving you any more until you suck it up!"

"Oh, don't be silly!" Mackenzie tried to reassure Molly when a freak windstorm pushed her into a bush and right through it, tearing off her sundress and panties and letting her flip flops fall off onto the ground by Molly. Mack was of course not wearing a bra in this end-of-summer weather, so she just staggered on up battered, bruised, and bare and looked at Molly with a sheepish look of acquiescence while the goth gave her the silent "I told you so" treatment with her arms akimbo.

The redhead now knew what she needed to do, so she ran back to the woman to get the job done.