The wolf next door.

The cracks in the fence

She felt a bit flustered, and out of step. She could normally go about her morning routine without even thinking, and let her mind focus on other things. Not today.

She picked out a set of matching black pants and a bra, nothing too sexy, but a bit of lace and a bow made them feel smart and not so plain.

As she brushed her hair and put it up in a ponytail, the thought of someone tugging it to one side entered her mind, and then hungry lips pressed on her exposed neck, teeth nibbling with a sense of urgency, while a hand cupped her breast from behind.

She gave herself a mental shake. She didn’t know how long it has been since her last intimate encounter... likely years. Her last serious relationship had turned sour when her partner had accused her of cheating, and she’d had nothing longer than a one night stand since. She couldn’t tell him the truth, so she’d ended it. Just like all the others.

She realised she was still stood in her underwear, gave herself another mental shake, and pulled on some old jeans and a strappy top, before heading down to breakfast.

As she put some bread in the toaster and turned on the kettle, she heard her neighbours mower sputter and die, reminding her once again of her earlier voyeurism.

Warm hands were on her waist, his moans building as he writhed beneath her, her thighs gripped his waist... suddenly the smell of burning jolted her out of her unexpected daydream. The toast!

Two pieces of sliced charcoal popped up out the toaster.

This was so unlike her. Not only did she never stray from routine, she never made these sort of mistakes. Well, not unless she had human guests. Then she liked to put on the occasional display of clumsiness.

She managed to finally make some breakfast, and was going to sit down to plan her nightly activities while she ate her breakfast. As she put the jam away in the fridge, she spotted the little red bottle she kept on the bottom shelf. She’d yet to have a dose. She smeared a drop or two on her toast. Better a tainted mouthful of toast than the alternative.

She finished her breakfast and completed her planning without further interruptions from the back of her mind, and was about to pack her night bag when the doorbell rang.

She hated unexpected company. It always put her on the back foot. She once knew a woman who constantly turned up unannounced, and would barge in without being asked as soon as she opened the door. In the end she had to be quite rude, and demand she never darken her doorstep again.

Little did the woman know, but she had come quite close, terrifyingly close in fact, to unearthing her secret.

She opened the door to find her neighbour standing there, an apologetic look on his face. She instantly feared he’d caught her staring and was coming round to confront her - and the tiniest part of her mind feared he knew she’d had inappropriate thoughts about him too. She blushed.

“I’m so sorry, but in my enthusiasm, I think I may have destroyed part of your bush.” He said haltingly, flapping his hands a bit.

“Excuse me?” She replied, feeling she’d missed something.

“The bush in your back garden? The one with the purple flowers that’s grown up the fence? I was painting my side and didn’t realise it was seeping through. I can come and wash it off if you like, try and save it from any permanent damage?” He looked so eager to correct his mistake he looked like a puppy.

She fought down the urge to laugh, and invited him in “Sorry I wondered what you were on about then! Of course, come through.”

He took off his muddy boots and carried them through the house, and as she followed him to the back door, found herself inhaling the scent of cut grass, soil, and fresh sweat. Once again the image of him naked and writhing in ecstasy while she rode him in her bed was thrust into the front of her mind, and she found herself growing very hot in the face.

He walked out through her open back door into her garden, and turned, pointing at the only bush in her little garden. She could see what he meant - it was covered in paint, and more was seeping through the fence.

As he looked at her, he must’ve taken her red face for anger, as he burst into pleas for forgiveness and explanations.

“If I get it off now, it shouldn’t do any percent damage. I’m so sorry. I’ll of course replace it if it dies!”.