The half-ton pickup stopped at the wide sidewalk leading to the front door of the country mansion. In the back was a large, very well-endowed woman with black hair and wearing glasses, who was leaning on an old blanket folded and draped over the side of the truck. The driver, a pleasant-looking woman in her late twenties, hurried around to lower the tailgate. Her cargo, who had a windblown look from riding in the open, watched her with haunted eyes and a numb expression. Once the gate was down the second woman stood... and revealed herself to be something other than human. The torso was attached to the body of a large, well-figured mare. As the centaur clambered carefully to the ground, the pickup's suspension rebounded with an audible groan. Inside the mansion the arrival was noted and word spread: their new subject was here.

"Are you sure you'll be all right?" asked Charlene, reaching up to put a hand on the centaur's arm as the creature from mythology gathered her luggage. "I mean, you'll be stuck here all by yourself with no way home if something comes up."

The front door of the mansion opened; a man and a woman in medical coats came out. More people stood behind them.

"I'll be fine," said Marian, with an assur..............................................................................."

I wouldn't wanna spoil the whole thing for you