the body she inhabited was that of a woman who had inherited millions , but that was not known and did n't matterdthe scarf was white , the edging blue , and there was that same little breaking sense of pleasure as she sat in the back seat of the taxi , and , oblivious of the driver , held the scarf in one hand , looking at it fixedly , while her other hand crept up under her tweed skirt and beneath the leg-band of her white panties , and that one long dark finger took care of the business that needed to be taken care of in a single merciless stroke .