Wrong Turn Chapter 1
Annoyed with himself at having missed the street he needed, he sped down the next street rather quickly. He almost slammed on his brakes as he drove past a tiger wearing a bikini top and cutoff jeans. He slowed down, grateful for no other traffic around him. Her back was to him, tail swishing in time to the music playing over her MP3 player.
The wolf sat in his car, watching as the tiger pulled weeds in her flower garden. She grabbed the hose, turning it on to water the yard. She sprayed the flowers, then pointed the hose down while she turned off her MP3 player and sat it on the porch. She turned the hose on herself, wetting her orange and black fur and short red hair, cooling herself down. He had to adjust his jeans as he saw her nipples harden from the cold water.
She could feel someone watching her. She opened her eyes, meeting the eyes of the wolf sitting in his car. She smiled slyly, looking up and down the street. There was no one else around. She turned off the water, set the hose down, and turned her back to him. Slowly, she removed her shorts, bending over to slide them down her legs. Shaking her rump, she stepped out of her shorts, revealing the bottoms that matched her bikini top. She stood up, looked over her shoulder, and blew him a kiss. Giggling, she grabbed her shorts and MP3 player, and scampered into the house.
He sat there stunned for a few moments, until the sound of a car's horn reminded him that he was idling in the middle of the street. Starting his car, he smiled at her house before heading up the street, wondering if he'd see her again.