Chapter 4: Rescue

It was cold and dark and wet, this much she knew, but nothing more. Slowly Anita's vision swam around, focused and became diffuse again. Agonizingly she crawled up the side of the ditch staggering on to the damp verge, and then limping markedly started off down the road. Not that she knew where she was headed, she didn't, her memory was temporarily wiped, it just felt right to walk this way back to... something? As her feet unsteadily traced back her cycle ride from the lab her undamaged left hand unconsciously slid inside the front of her jeans and slowly stroked her short pubic hair.

How far she had walked before the car pulled over she couldn't say; the first that she was aware of it was when the young girl driving asked in soft tones.

"Are you O.K.?"

Anita replied as steadily as she could "I'm not sure, something has happened to me!"

Julie lent forward and saw the bruised face more clearly; the plaster hanging off just above Anita's partly closed right eye & the gashed chin.

"What the hell happened to you?"

"Not sure" is all that Anita could mutter as she collapsed into the comfort of the cars seat.

Julie lent across looking in to the tiny woman's vacant eyes,

"Hospital for you then..."

"NO" screamed the woman "NO, no Hospitals, they have labs, NO labs, NO LABS...".

"Christ, calm down O.K. no hospitals, just stop round mine for a while."

"O.K. thanks, thanks, thanks..." the girl sighed.

Julie thought to her self as she relaxed in to the seat, "Yeah, just long enough for me phone the hospital, or may be the police..."

The car sped along the road for half a mile before shuddering to a halt, at the side of the road lay a woman's bike, twisted beyond use. Julie got out of the car and looked at the bike, caught on one of the pedals was a strip of jeans; the material matched the ones the girl was wearing!

"Now I really need to get you checked out lady," she mused before striding back to the car.

As she settled back into her seat she glanced across to the woman, her back was arched as her hand busily moved inside the front of her jeans.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Oh, I have a pain low in my stomach it helps if I massage it" Anita dreamily replied.

"Oh, O.K. it just looked as if you were... No that's stupid you would hardly be doing that if you've just been knocked off your bike!"

"Mmmmm, What..." Anita purred as she continued with a more languid motion her knuckles circling under the denim.

"Oh, nothing, forget it" Julie drove on in silence; still feeling slightly uncomfortable as the pretty woman rhythmically moaned.

Julie helped the shorter woman to the support of the lounge sofa and then stood back to look more fully to look at the person she had rescued. She was quite slight and very dark; striking really, at least if she hadn't had looked so disheveled. Her tee shirt was torn making one of her ample breasts more visible than it should have been, with a subtle hint of dark nipple. "Just as well I'm a girl, a guy could have taken advantage of this" Julie thought to her self. She picked up her mobile phone, and started to dial.