to the car

"Come." Irina said after an awkward silence. "I have car. I will take you where you wish."

Lauren followed, tugging her shirt down to try to hide her panties. She walked with her knees together, hobbling desperately on her bare feet. Irina simply strutted on her long legs, making Lauren struggle to keep up. They got to the car, a perilous trip across the parking lot for Lauren. First of all the asphalt burned her bare and sensitive feet. Second she was terrified of being spotted by a neighbor, having to take cover by each car they passed. An elderly man was mowing his lawn, but luckily for Lauren his back was turned.

"Where to Lauren? Irina asked in thick accent. Lauren considered. Where should she go?