Not give up on the tablecloth, even if it means tearing it.

Rose couldn't afford to let go of the table cloth. It was her only cover! So the naked redhead gripped the fabric tight and continued fighting for it.

The small terrier either thought there was food to lick from this cloth, or it was playing a game. Either way, it pulled back with all the might the little pup could muster.

The fight continued, straining the fabric the table cloth. Both wanted that cloth, and neither were going to give up. However, Rose soon realized that the tablecloth itself did not share in their determination.

It was a sudden rip, causing Rose to briefly stumble. In her hands was the prize of... most of the tablecloth.

Smokey, on the other hand, had a piece in his mouth, and he happily trotted towards the back of her neighbors house.

Rose then heard a voice, which prompted her to get up and hide behind a nearby car.

"What do you have here Smokey?" The female voice said. "Were you in the garbage looking for table scraps again?"

Once the door shut, Rose let out a sigh. She took her tablecloth and wrapped it around herself again. Only, this time it covered noticeably less skin. Rose would have to be constantly stretching the fabric, and even then, it wouldn't quite cover her as well as a towel. Her shapely rear would be exposed by the torn fabric. Adjusting it would cause an area between her legs to be exposed.

Though, perhaps it was for the best that the tablecloth gave way. If that had continued, Rose might have been caught naked in her neighbors front yard.

Rose shook her head. "I've got to keep moving," she told herself. She got up and began to run, as quickly as her bare feet would carry her.

Given that it was night time, the lamp posts were on, illuminating the sidewalk. Rose took a deep breath and tried to remain calm. She made it past two houses and was at the end of her block when she noticed a car was coming! The red head had little confidence in her cover, so she decided to hide!