CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

The person behind the steering wheel rushed down and a slightly robust woman in her late thirties came into view. Her eyes were crinkled behind her bold framed glasses and her lips glowed a dried Persian red. She hurriedly leaned over to detect a pulse as she placed her ears on Mary's faintly breathing chest.

Mary remained still but for the slight rise and fall of her sprouting breasts under the gown she had on. The lady in a hurried panic, lifted Mary's body and placed her on the squeaky cream leathered chair at the back seat. The car smelled of comfortability and wealth and it still gushed out the new car scent which stuck to clothes even after long hours.