Get away, risk tearing the cloth to keep it.

No, Rose couldn't accept a chance of being seen like this. She couldn't just let the tablecloth go either. The red head gripped the fabric tight, refusing to let go and moved forward.

The tablecloth briefly offered resistance, which resulted in a quiet tear before giving way. Rose had hoped the cloth would hold up better, but she remembered it already was slightly torn just from a brief tug of war from a small dog. She could only hope the damage wasn't much worse.

Rose successfully crawled around to the side of the car facing the street. There were no signs of traffic, which Rose considered a good thing. The footsteps were getting closer, but Rose was now out of direct view. She just had to stay quiet.

The footsteps were at there closest, and she could hear a squeak, presumably the mailbox door opening.

"Lets see... bill, bill, bill, coupons, chain letter, bill. Well, that was the highlight of my day," the person said before walking away.

Rose leaned against the car, listening for footsteps, the jingling of keys, and lastly, the opening and shutting of a door. With a large sigh of relief, Rose stood up and inspected the tablecloth.

The tear was noticeably worse. The tablecloth wasn't shorter, but it did show signs of tattering. Was the back panels of this car rusty and she didn't notice?

Whatever the case, Rose couldn't hold it in place to cover between her legs anymore. Any one piece she touched felt flimsy, and could easily tear some more if she attempted any grip.

With a worried look on her face, Rose wrapped it around her body as best she could, making sure her breasts were covered. It seemed simpler to put her hand in place between the legs to shield her modesty.

There was nothing to gain by waiting there, so Rose slowly crept back around the car and got on the sidewalk, and continued making her way towards the party.

All Rose could think about was how her lower half was poorly hidden. She didn't want to think about how everything below her hips could be easily exposed by a small shift in weight. Simple walking put her at risk.

And in that thought, Rose noticed a bit of warmth where her hand was covering.

Was she...? No way. That couldn't be from an adrenaline rush could it? No, it just seems warmer because the outside air is cool. It was the only logical explanation.

As Rose pushed on, she came to end of the first block. From there, she could see the beginning of the next block. If she kept moving, soon it would make more sense to push towards the party rather than run back home. But could her cover hold out? She glanced at the sidewalk, and then to her side, and saw an entryway to the alley that ran behind the houses.