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The squirrel remembered when she first got glasses. It honestly scared her. At her age – a middle schooler – she feared getting glasses would be the absolute death of her social life! It was worse than getting braces! At least you can hide those... somewhat. But glasses? If she wanted to see, she'd need those glasses on all the time! Why not contacts; those would work, right? Right!? Well... yes, but she'd need to wait a while for contacts in her prescription to be made so... glasses it was.

Besides, she was always a clumsy girl; everyone knew she'd forget about the contacts and sleep with them on. And... yeah... they were right.

But for as much as she loathed her glasses, as much as she admonished them, as much as she outright hated them at the time... they held such an irrevocable change on her life. And, no, it's not because she could finally see after going so long with poor vision! It was more subtle than that at the time...

She remembered that spring day she went into school, her heart thumping with fear. She tried hiding her glasses in her jacket, but she was scared of accidentally breaking them if someone walked too hard into her. So instead she tried putting them on when no one was looking... which even now she realizes was rather stupid. Sooner or later, everyone was going to know that she needed and wore glasses!

Eventually, she mustered enough courage to place them while hiding behind a corner, only to fidget in place. Little prayers left her lips, wishing that no one she knew see her as she walked through the halls, fearful of the mocking and teasing word that were sure to follow. But she had classes to get to, and so little time! So whether or not she wanted to... she got moving.

But there, in the halls! Oh no! Was that Amelia!? The bat would surely tease her if she saw her wearing glasses! Thinking on her feet, she quickly ducked into the nearby library, hiding herself in fear of being caught by someone she knew. There she hid among the book pews, silently cursing herself and her parents for this cruel punishment that is called 'glasses'.

Amid her cries and curses, she kept her head down while her hands covered her face, fearing what may happen when her secret eventually got out. But this only served to block her vision of her surroundings, walking and walking and walking until--

“Mmff!? Oh! S-sorry!”

“No... uh... my bad...”

She looked forward, her beautiful blue eyes wide as they sat behind her glasses. Before her sat a human boy of similar age, one who had the softest pair of brown eyes she had ever seen. And for a few moments, the both of them just... looked at one another, with no words leaving their lips.

The same words were traveling through their minds.

They have such beautiful eyes...

On that morning thanks to those stupid glasses she hated, Matilda met her husband, Quinn...

…

Was she ugly? Had somewhere along the way she become... ugly? That thought ran through Matilda's head this Saturday morning as she tugged at her stomach. She wasn't fat mind you, far from it! In fact, in her line of work, she made sure to pay attention to her physical appearance. Working out typically when she had the time, nothing too extreme, but enough to remain fit and spry if she needed to be. But these thoughts – as childish as they were – just refused to leave her head. So... once again, she had to ask...

Was she ugly?

She stood before her full body mirror, gazing at the reflection of the twenty-eight year old squirrel on the other end. Dressed in her simple morning workout clothes of a sports bra and stretchy pants, the woman checked her body as if searching for any imperfections, any flaws. She had such soft features on her face, with wide, beautiful, blue eyes as well. Her hair was long and luscious, with a deep chocolaty brown that fell along her back. Her fur too was brown in color, though with a more mocha shade that turned whiter the closer it came to her midsection. Her tail meanwhile was appropriate of her species, being big and bushy, with black streaks running down from the tip to the base.

Ah, but back to that body which she was scrutinizing!

Had her figure gone? Last she checked, she had a bust of 92 centimeters, a waist of 62, and hips of 87! Was that a good thing though? Her chest had gotten larger, and her hips were starting to lag behind; she was going to look too top heavy! That's not good! She needed to either slim out her chest – which she didn't want to do – or pump up her hips! She wanted that curvy, hourglass figure! Not this... uh... uhmm...

If being more proportionate makes a woman have an hourglass figure, and having a large butt gives a pear-shape figure... then what's a good shape to compare top-heaviness too?

Matilda Reed! She was a lot of things: a wife, a businesswoman, but above all, she was very critical! Most people wouldn't know this however, thanks to the fact that her critical nature came from a woman who looked as cute as a lost puppy!

“Gaaaah! This is annoying!” Matilda cried as she placed her hands on her head, “My shapely figure! I've lost it!”

Yes, even now when she lamented her supposed lost of beauty, her pouting face would only make you go 'awww'!

Dropping her hands, the exasperated squirrel turned away from her mirror, gazing at the rest of her bedroom... a bedroom that wasn't modest in the least bit. While it wasn't a bed fit for ruler, it was certainly large and spacious, with a minimalist design of simple whites, blacks and grays. Modern, sharp, and clean would possibly be the best words to describe it, thanks to its straight angles and hard edges.

But among them there were many signs and symbols of being a shared home. Not only could Matilda's clothes be found folded in some areas... and haphazardly tossed in others, but there were photos placed on the walls of family members; both squirrel and human.

Both squirrel and human...

The door to the bathroom opened up.

“Did you say something, Mattie?” a voice came echoing from it.

Sitting on the edge of her bed with her arms crossed, Matilda slowly turned to face the man who emerged from their bathroom. She remembered a time when she was the taller one. Girls develop faster than boys, and when she got those two inches of height on her then boyfriend, she never stopped letting him know about it. But he kept growing, and eventually, she stopped growing. And before she knew it, she was looking up at him.

Quinn Reed was... well... Quinn Reed was quizzical. Quinn Reed was always quizzical. His hair was brown and fell to his chin, but was neatly groomed and tamed in a totalitarian and no-nonsense manner. She remembered a time when he had this silly, stupid, but so very cute bowlcut. Something else she remembered? When he had softer features. No longer were his cheeks round, instead being slender, and no longer was his chin curved, instead being pointed. But none of that really equated to his eyes. What once were wide had now become slant, as if he was always in a state of seriousness, always peering at his surroundings. But those brown eyes of his and how soft they were? Oh... those never changed.

“Quinn... sweetheart... am I ugly...?” Matilda asked, to which her husband cocked his head.

“Are you... ugly...?” he asked as his lips curled into a smile, “Of course not, Mattie. You're the most beautiful person I know.”

“Aaah! You're just saying that!” the squirrel bemoaned as she shook her fists up and down.

“Maybe...” he replied, causing her to pout, “But that doesn't make it any less true.”

If there was one thing constant about Quinn, it's his earnestness. He was as straightforward and as blunt as a bat to the head, but he never had the maliciousness that such a strike would entail. No, when Quinn told the truth, it was with this sweetest, kindness, most saccharine delivery that would probably piss you off from how nice it was. Even now as she looked at her smiling husband, Matilda just wanted to stand up and smack the glasses right off of his stupid, charming face!

But it was harder than that to explain. Admittedly, a part of Matilda had always been at least a little self-conscious, no matter how much she tried to squash these feelings. And though she may tend to care too much about the opinions of others, she cared about his opinions most of all. She couldn't help but to wonder if he did find her as being at least a little unattractive, and it was for one good reason.

Quite frankly, their marriage was boring!

It was a problem she had begun realizing as the days go by, and being the overly dramatic woman she was, Matilda thought if this was her fault. Had she done something to somehow make their marriage – their lives – so milquetoast? And though some would argue she shouldn't shoulder the responsibilities of a vivacious marriage on her own, she did have some evidence to support this fear.

And, once again, it came down to her body.

“Why are you working out so hard anyway?” asked Quinn as he raised an eyebrow, his arms crossed, “You usually do that on Sunday, not Saturday.”

“Oh! Right! Hee-hee! Cuz I was thinking, Quinn...” slowly she sauntered over towards her husband, her hands resting on his shoulders as she batted her eyes as him, “You have no work tonight, I have no work tonight, soooo... would you like to... um... go out later today?”

She tugged on his shoulders gently, guiding his gaze first in towards her beautiful blue eyes, and then down to her ever lofty chest. And with her sports bra hugging her bust so intensely, her breasts appeared to be even grander than usual!

And yet...

Even with Quinn's eyes so blatantly ogling her breasts, there was no reaction from her husband. He just looked up at her with those ever soft brown eyes of his, then gave her a smile. But it wasn't the kind of smile you'd get when your trying to flaunt yourself for your husband! No, it was the kind of smile a friend would give you, or a family member!

“I'd love to spend the night with you, honestly,” Quinn said as he moved in to hug his wife, “But I have things planned from work. I can't.”

It's one thing to be told 'no', but it's something else entirely when that 'no' comes with a hug! He didn't kiss her on the lips, or even on the cheek! He hugged her like they were workplace colleagues! Quinn couldn't see Matilda's face, but the squirrel was absolutely flabbergasted! Her eyes were squint, her lips were in a pout, and her expression could best be summed up as...

What the fuck!?

She was quick to stow that face away... as well as hide her embarrassment.

“You um... uh... you have to work today...?” she muttered as he pulled back, her eyes meeting his smile.

“Yes. We've been working on new mental aid medicine as of late,” he answered as he stood up from their bedside, “This project requires a lot of hands on deck to work out the kinks. It's why I've been working so late at night since summer,” his face grew long, “I'm really sorry. I'd love nothing more than to spend time with you... but I really can't. This project... it's really important.”

“I... nhhnn...”

She looked away, teeth grinding against teeth as she shot a glare to the distance. Being struck down like this helped to further Matilda's inner turmoils; something Quinn was unaware of. Yet he could read his wife's face, knowing her emotions better than anyone else. Seeing her be so down, he reached his hand out to ask her what was wrong, but...

Bzzt! Bzzt!

“Mm?”

His head turned, facing their nightstand where his phone sat. If Quinn was getting called, and Matilda was right here in front of him, then that meant one of two things: either his mother was calling, or his job was calling. Both seemed to own absolute control over him, but only one exists in their city.

“Hello, Dr. Reed speaking,” Quinn said into his phone, causing Matilda to sigh as she crossed her arms, “Uh-huh... uh-huh... okay, got it. Just be sure to copy down the amount of milligrams used, I'll handle the rest later. Gotcha. Thanks!”

With a swipe of his thumb, Quinn ended the call and swept his eyes over towards his wife. She still appeared indignant with her arms crossed, annoyed by the phone call in general, and the fact that his job was – once again – canceling whatever she plans she had... or in this case, was going to have.

It was another aspect of their life that added to Matilda's feelings that things were boring; their job. It was that endless cycle of waking up in the morning, going to work, spending eight to ten hours at work, coming home, having dinner, going to bed, and repeat come the next morning. Days off were often spent lounging at home, and often times doing so alone for the squirrel, what with Quinn's increase of prominence at work. In fact, even their workdays were growing lonely, as her husband had started coming home later and later.

It was frustrating, if not outright blood-boiling! But Matilda – for all of her grievances – kept her pouted mouth shut. She knew how important this job was, not just for their lifestyle, but for Quinn as well. Still, when he came over and placed his hand on her shoulder, she stiffened up and looked away, refusing to look him in the face.

“I'm sorry, Mattie,” he apologized.

“Just... get to work,” the squirrel replied as her tail grew slack, “I don't want Mr. Crowley yelling at you...”

She heard her husband chuckle, a sound that warmed her heart, even when she tried to be bratty. But then he leaned down and moved in, pressing his puckering lips up to her cheek in a soft and gentle kiss. She stiffened up again, tried to retain that angry scowl... but quickly faltered as she clutched his head close.

The kiss did not last for as long as she'd like however, and before she knew it, Quinn had pulled away. Walking for the door, and leaving Matilda longing. She reached out for her husband... but like that earnest idiot he was, he slipped through the door with his lab coat on his shoulder, and a smile on his face. Matilda – longing for her husband – reached out for him... and then pulled back.

Today... was going to be a boring day...

…

“So... yeah... he went to work, and I called you and... ugh... here we are, I guess...”

Ayu's Coffee Room. No name is as synonymous with Bellview as 'Ayu's Coffee Room'.

Ayu's Coffee Room is – as the name may imply – a very popular cafe that dots many corners of Bellview. And by 'many corners', I mean practically every corner. You could walk from Bellcrest academy's front gates all the way down to Memorial Park, and run into at least six different Ayu's Coffee Rooms. You'd think that such a high quantity of cafes would cannibalize one's revenue. You sorely underestimate Bellview's love of coffee.

Everyone in this fair city had their own Ayu's Coffee Room that was personal to them. For Matilda, that building would be the cafe right outside of the local library, the one which was just in eye shot of the office complex she worked at. It was a place she came to both for morning coffee, afternoon breaks, and evening coffee when she was coming back home. It also was a place she just went to when bored on the weekends...

Which was making this a constant fixture in her life. She may as well set her book collection up due to how much time she spends here!

“Damn... see, it's hearing stories like that which makes me happy I'm not married!”

With an annoyed glare, Matilda slowly brought her gaze up, meeting the snarky and toothy grin of the raccoon before her. As typical of her species, her fur was black, gray and white, and she had a bandit mask. Her eyes however were yellow, while her hair was long and blonde. She was a good few inches shorter than Matilda, not to mention skinnier too... which only further garnered annoyed glares from the squirrel.

One has to wonder why they were friends.

Leah Dodson was her name, and yes, despite their differences in personality, the two were indeed friends. It may be hard to tell from the straight death-glares Matilda was launching at the raccoon... but even the blonde laughed at how cute and pointless it was.

“Leah... I called you here to help me, not mock me,” the squirrel muttered.

“But you did call me,” replied the raccoon, “Which, honestly? Was kinda your first mistake. I don't get it, Mattie, you seem so... miserable...” she took a sip of her coffee, “Why even bother with your husband if he makes you feel like this?”

“He's my husband, Leah, not my boyfriend,” Matilda said, “I can't just break up with him, and nor would I want to! I love Quinn more than anything! And unlike you, I don't enjoy just hopping around from guy to guy!” and yet she sighed, her eyes closing as her shoulders slumped down, “But even still... I wouldn't mind if Quinn and I did something... anything that was... ya'know... new,” her eyes reopened as she looked at her friend with quivering lips, “Quinn and I are only in our twenties, but I feel like we're in our fifties. I'm too young to be too old!”

“What about the sex?” Leah asked with her head cocked, “Is that at least amazing?”

“Tch! It's always sex with you! There's more to relationships than just getting your rocks off!” Matilda scolded... only to falter and lean over a bit, “But the sex... hgnng... it's just vanilla... I'm not asking for us to do anything weird or whatever. Like... Quinn's the only guy I've ever been with; he's my first! Still...” she waved her hand through the air, “I'd like to try having sex with the lights on sometime.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Quinn's a simple guy. We always do it with the lights off...” Matilda explained, before gazing down at her chest, “I... I know this may sound silly, but... I'd like to show myself off sometime too! How is he supposed to see me if the lights are always off? I don't work out all the time for no reason...” her face grew longer, “I just feel... I don't know... underappreciated, I guess?” she shrugged her shoulders, “Like... I asked him if I was ugly, and he said I was the most beautiful person he knows... but... I guess it just sounded a bit... generic. Like... that's something your dad would say, not your husband. He didn't call me 'hot' or 'fucking sexy' or anything like that. He just said I was beautiful...”

“Ouch! That's gotta sting!” Leah remarked, to which Matilda glared at her, “I'd lose my shit if a guy I was dating called me beautiful like my dad!”

“Heeeey! You're supposed to be supportive!”

“Of... who? You or Quinn...?” Leah asked, “I'll always support you, Mattie, but Quinn?” she shrugged her shoulders, “Eh... your husband's kinda basic, honestly. He's always working hard, and I get that; you two should be financially stable. But there's more to life than just your job. Take me for instance!” she placed her hand on her chest, “I work hard, I have a place all to myself, I'm financially stable and all that crap, but I also have the freedom to pursue any relationship I want at any time I want. I can have my adventures when I want to! If I wanna just laze about at home, I can! If I wanna go out and party, I can! But I swear, whenever you and Quinn go out somewhere, it's always you trying to get him to do something, and him being too... I dunno... kinda bland? Quinn always seems like he doesn't belong in our antics! He's always quiet, reading a book, and when we do get him to talk, he talks about some science stuff that goes over my head.”

“Heeeey... stop being so mean,” Matilda said in a defensive manner, “Quinn loves his science stuff, just like how I love my music. But...” she shrugged her shoulders, “I guess in a way, you are kinda--”

VRRRRRRRMMMMM!!!

Both Leah and Matilda tensed up as the loud roar of a car engine suddenly echoed into their ears. It was becoming an increasingly common occurrence within Bellview; these sounds of cars roaring. Didn't matter where you were at, be it in the city proper, on its highways, or even in the suburban area; it seemed as if people were starting to drive cars with a more... reckless edge.

Together, Leah and Matilda looked out through the windows of the cafe, their eyes falling upon an exotic muscle car. Don't you know those cars you see on TV or in the movies? Those cars that just scream the word 'fast'? Or in this case, faster than just 'fast'? Yeah... that's the car they were looking at.

It was mostly angular, with smooth edges yet sharp straights; an exotic blend of steel and sensuality that brought to the forefront style and speed. From its low hood to its retractable headlights, even the spoilers at the back and its black and red color scheme. This car certainly screamed fast!

But who did it belong to?

“You seem kinda interested, Mattie,” said Leah as a sly grin appeared on her lips, “Curious to that little beauty of a car?”

“Wh-what? Me? Don't be stupid!” the squirrel replied in a rather defensive manner, “It's just some dumb car!”

“Suurrrreeeee!” the raccoon countered, much to her chagrin, “Personally...” she looked over towards the car again, “I think that's a... Lamborghini? Yeah, a Lamborghini Diablo! That's what it is! Kehe!”

“What? You're a car nut now?” Matilda asked, causing the raccoon's already sly grin to grow even stronger.

“Hey, you like your books, I like my cars; it's that simple!” she countered, only for her eyes to come sliding back over towards the car, “I wonder where it's going...”

Matilda was about to say something dismissive... but honestly, she was curious too as to where this car was headed. People had fine cars in their part of the city, but it was more for ogling than it was for use. The squirrel herself knew a few friends who owned extravagant corvettes, though they never drove them. It was pretty to look at... and nothing else.

But this... Lamborghini Diablo said something else. It wasn't a car meant only for viewing, no, it was meant to be driven. It was meant to be driven for as long and as hard and as fast as it could possibly go! To not put one's foot to the petal would be a disservice to such a sensual vehicle.

Just gazing upon this car was thrilling in its own right. From its black and red color scheme to the decal of swirls placed upon its side; this Lamborghini dominated a person's view – dominated Matilda's point of view! Who owned such a vehicle; what person sat behind its wheel? And how would she feel sitting behind it, or in its passenger side seat? To just go forward, driving for as long and as fast as that car could go.

She was a bit... enthralled.

“Kehe! Something got your eye, Mattie?” Leah asked in a knowing manner, snapping the squirrel from her spell.

“I uh! N-nothing!” she answered, a desperate blush adorning her face that she tried to hide... and failed in doing so.

She heard Leah's teasing giggles, finding enjoyment in whatever suffering the squirrel endured, no matter how minute.

“Hey! Don't make that face!” Matilda shouted, still trying to defend herself... and still utterly failing at it, “It's just a stupid car!”

“What? I'm not saying anything; promise!” Leah replied... only to start giggling soon after, “Now what I'm thinking? Kehe... that's something else entirely!”

Matilda slammed her hands upon their table, causing the raccoon to giggle more! The squirrel came thiiiiiiis close to wrapping her hands around her friend's neck to wring her by it, but--

VRRRMM VRRRRM!!!

“Ah!?”

Matilda fell back, while both she and Leah turned to face the front of the cafe once again. And what were they to see but that Lamborghini Diablo, having come to a halt in the parking lot before them. It was still rumbling, still growling to life... but whoever commanded such a vehicle was bringing it down to heel. Stunned silent, the duo watched as the car finally grew silent, and its doors began opening.

And who owned the car? Yes... he certainly looked like the type who'd command such a beast.

To be quick and concise, he was Adonis-like. Not only did he have the height, not only did he have the glorious stature, but he also seemed to have the power also infused within his build. From his stocky appearance, to his shining blue eyes, and even this face that looked so... charming.

And then there was his everything else.

It seemed as if he matched his car in terms of color scheme, for not only was it red and black, but he was also red and black. His red fur had this shaggy and wild appearance, one flaunted by the sleeveless denim jacket he wore. His hair however was sleek and black, falling long down his back in a slender ponytail.

With his strong appearance and sinister color palette, not to mention his powerful car, this man absolutely screamed dangerous! And that danger... was really exciting...

Who was he and what was he doing here? That question ran through Matilda's mind as she stared at him, watching as he walked up to--

“Mocha latte. Three creams.”

Oh, right, clearly he'd be here for coffee. If it wasn't obvious before then it must be so now; the lifeblood of Bellview City is coffee!

As he casually got his latte, Matilda kept her eyes trained on him, her mind running with thoughts on who this man was. Why was he so big? How did he get that car? What was his name? And... oh no... oh goodness... oh no! She was staring too hard! And if she was string too hard, then that means--

“LEAH!” Matilda shouted, but causing the raccoon to instantly start laughing.

“GAHAHAHAHAH! What's wrong, Mattie! Saw something you liked?”

The squirrel wanted to defend herself, wanted to snap back at her friend... but her own embarrassment caused her to instead bit her lip. She couldn't speak even if she wanted to, feeling ashamed of her actions. What would Quinn say if he saw her ogle another man like that? Knowing her husband? He'd probably have no reaction. Why? Because Quinn can be incredibly blind and ignorant at times. Her husband truly lacks spacial awareness.

Still, that didn't give Leah the right to mock her like this! The raccoon was giggling, launching and chortling like some prepubescent boy, and that further caused Matilda's rage and embarrassment to rise! She was just about ready to shout at her friend, but once again, that wily raccoon beat her to the punch.

“You should talk to him!” she said, astonishing Matilda.

“What? Me? Nooooooo-no-no! What are you, crazy?” she snapped back while her friend finally calmed down.

“Uh, yeah, I am crazy!” she answered whilst pointing at herself, “And it's that spontaneous craziness that causes me to live an fun and exciting life, and you to live a boring one!”

Seriously, why were they friends? Matilda was beginning to wonder that as she was – yet again – mocked by Leah. Besides, was the raccoon really living a life which was that much more exciting than hers? They both worked a boring a desk job at the same talent agency, so what made her so much more lively?

Then again... Matilda was the one who started this... and Leah was poised to cease upon this.

“Listen, Mattie, you were the one who was lamenting how boring life has been for you,” she said, pressing the matter once again, “Sooooo... just take a page out of my book and be a bit... impulsive. Like me? I'd talk to him.”

“But Quinn... he'd be angry!”

“What? Why would he be?” Leah said, “Your husband is a very... understanding guy! I've never seen him get angry at anything, even when I try being my most annoying! Besides, I didn't say something had to happen between you and that guy! I just said you should talk! Be a little bit more... courageous, Mattie! Like that time you punched Nikki in the chin!”

“I keep apologizing for that!”

Leah laughed, while Matilda fell back, her hand palming her face. Again, she had to wonder why she was friends with the raccoon; she was more of a bad influence than beer was, and Mattie was terrible at holding her liquor.

But this? Well...

Damn fucking peer-pressure. She could be an adult or a high schooler, but the end result was the same. Matilda felt a bit weak... pushed even... and besides...

A part of her did want to at least know this guy's name. It was exciting. Thrilling even! Like getting to know a secret. She was curious to him, and that curiosity led her to turn around and face him. Leah's giggles continued bouncing in her ears, but Matilda stuffed them aside. Nothing had to become of this, and really, her mind wasn't even thinking about it. She just wanted to be courageous, to bring a little thrill to her currently dull life. And if talking to this guy would bring that thrill... well...

“Excuse me!” she said, tapping the wolf on his shoulder and making him turn from his phone, “That car out there? Is it yours?”

He raised an eyebrow, gazing at the squirrel who stood before him. She came up to his chest in shear height, and had these wonderfully beautiful blue eyes. The glasses she wore made her already cute face that much cuter, and even the gentle curves of her brown hair felt soft. The wolf, curious to this woman, leaned his head to one side, causing her to do the same.

“Is something wrong...?” she asked, to which he shook his head.

“No, of course not,” he answered as he shifted himself, “That car outside? Yeah, it belongs to me.”

His voice was appropriate for his size; large, booming and powerful. It shook Matilda in her place, causing her ears to twitch and her tail to do likewise. She'd never heard a voice as strong as his before. Yes, she's met people of similar size to him, but this boom she heard? It was unlike anything else. Quinn had this coolness to his voice. This guy had this power.

Does that make any sense?

“Heh! I've seen that kind of car before!” Matilda lied as she prodded her fingers together, “It's a... uh... what's it again? A Lamborghini, right? A Lamborghini Diablo?”

He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow, impressed by Matilda's knowledge... and completely unaware that she was just bullshitting her way through. Still, it started a conversation, and that was her goal... so she pushed on.

“Oh! And... what's your name, by the way?” the squirrel asked, making the wolf grin.

“The same as my car,” he answered.

“So... is it Lamborghini?” she asked in a knowing manner... before grinning herself, “Or Diablo?”

“Heh.. what do you think?” he countered as he crossed his arms, his blue eyes seeming to sparkle.

So... Diablo? That was this guy's name? Was it really his name though? Better question; did it really matter? It didn't. What did matter was this thumping in Matilda's chest. It was strange; it made her feel both queasy, but at the same time interested. She was... excited? Yes, that's what she was feeling; excitement! Like standing in a line before a rollercoaster, and realizing that you were up next. It had been so long since Matilda last felt something like this!

But she needed to pace herself. This was just a conversation. Yeeeaaaah... just a conversation.

“Do you drive that car around a lot, Mr. Diablo?” asked Matilda, “I live nearby, but... I've never seen or heard of your car before. Is it new?”

“Heh... no, I just don't drive near here often. At least, not during the day,” the wolf – Diablo – answered, “It's too crowded during the day. I prefer my driving to be a bit...” he stepped forward, “Loose...”

“Loose...?” Matilda repeated.

He was close now, closer than he had been before. In this closeness, she could see that he... wasn't wearing anything beneath that denim jacket of his. It was zipped up, but no shirt was beneath it, meaning she could see his chest peaking through. And, oh goodness, such a broad chest it was. Furthering his Adonis-like appearance, she swore he had enough musculature to bounce bullets off like some sort of superman.

“Yes, loose,” Diablo said, “At night, there's nowhere near as many cars on the streets, even in Bellview. Really lets me... cut loose. Get it?”

“Oh... heh... I-I get it,” Matilda stammered, her cheeks furthering along its blush.

She could feel her embarrassment start to rise, but what made her feel squeamish caused Diablo to feel attracted. The squirrel's squirming stance, her blushing cheeks, the way she averted her beautiful blue eyes; she was so incredibly cute. And cute animals? Oh... they're easy pickings for wolves like him.

So he pushed in again.

“Would you like to ride with me?” he asked, making Matilda stammer in place.

“R-ride with you?” she repeated, before shaking her head, “N-no! It's too early in the day and... and... I can't and--”

“We drive cares like this all the time at night,” Diablo said, cutting her off whilst drawing her gaze back to him, “Me and a bunch of other guys like me. We all take are cars and drive them as fast and as long as we want. Out on East End Highway at around nine to ten o'clock? Gets real quiet at that time. Nothing on the road for miles. Well... heh... 'cept for us.”

He stepped forward again, something that overcame Matilda's boundaries... but she didn't exactly say 'no'. She was intrigued by the idea. A bunch of cool and strong men, in their cool and strong cars, going as fast and as long as they please. It was exactly the opposite of her dull and boring life.

It was exciting.

“You're mocha latte, sir!” called the cafe's barista, reminding Matilda that they were in public.

She stepped back and flattened her blouse, feeling her red cheeks being reduced to a simmer... but the excited heat remained. It made the squirrel feel equal parts shame and intrigue, as this desire to know more of Diablo continued to rear its head in her mind. Her conscience was screaming at her to put an end to this, and she was just about ready to do so... but the big wolf stepped back once he got his coffee in hand, and yet again trapped her with his powerful blue eyes.

“You should come by Eagleton Park,” he said as he stepped by her, “That's where we gather. If I see you there... I'll take you wherever you want to go.”

And then he let that little nugget dance in her mind, all while he walked away and slipped through the doors, exiting the cafe proper. It left Matilda standing there, a bit shaky and still... until a hand fell on her shoulder. She gasped and snapped, looking over to see Leah. And Leah? She had... that face on.

That knowing face.

That snarky face.

That teasing face that made Matilda's blood boil.

“Quiet you!” she snapped, not giving the raccoon the chance to speak.

Balling her hands into fists, the squirrel quickly marched out of the door, her friend following close behind. They both exited out, needing to escape the confides of the cafe before their conversation continued on. And once the door closed shut behind him, Leah patted her friend's shoulder again, saying,

“So Mattie... how'd it feel?”

Matilda looked at her. Her blue eyes were glowing.

“It was great!” she cried. But despite her words, the squirrel looked absolutely terrible for it! She even palmed her head and turned away, shouting out to the wind, “What the hell is wrong with me!? Why'd I do that!?”

“Keh! What do you mean? You didn't do anything?” Leah claimed, only to suddenly be grabbed the collar of her shirt.

“You stupid raccoon! I just spoke to another man! I'm not like your single, horny ass! I can't just talk to random men like that!”

“Buuuuuut, you should've saw yourself!” her friend replied as she stood up straighter, “You were all so bashful and cute; you had that Diablo guy around your finger! I swear, he was taking your clothes off with his eyes!”

“Aren't you listening to yourself!? That's a bad thing! I shouldn't be turning on other men!” her hands released Leah's collar, allowing her to cross her arms and look away, “Jeeze... I feel so slutty... like... what would Quinn think...?”

“You say that, but... you also said you felt great, right?” the blonde stated, causing her friend to begrudgingly nod, “And... keh... I can see why; it's exactly what you wanted, right? That body of yours? The one you're so proud of? You finally had a guy fawning over it? So... if you feel good, and he feels good then... what's the matter?”

“Are you daft...? The matter is this!” Matilda raised her hand, emphasizing the ring around her finger, “I keep telling you this; I'm not single like you!” she dropped her hand, her head turning to face the distance, “I feel ashamed...”

“That's stupid; you shouldn't feel shame for anything!” Leah claimed, “If you want to feel sexy and beautiful, you should feel sexy and beautiful!”

Matilda looked further away, refusing to respond... and after a few moments, the raccoon could see why. This was more than just her friend turning on some guy; clearly, Mattie was reciprocating those feelings to some degree. Diablo was this huge, beefcake of a wolf; the exact opposite of her lanky, human husband. Even their personalities seemed to contrast, with the wolf driving this sexy demon of a car, while her mild-mannered husband wouldn't even think about driving beyond the speed limit!

But it was so thrilling. The idea that – even on a base level like her body – she could garner the attentions of two different men, helped spurn a sense of pride within Matilda. She even began blushing again as this kooky smile adorned her lips. Looking away, the squirrel tried to hide this feeling, but it was a lost cause. She was practically broadcasting her feelings to everyone around, and Leah wasn't going to let this chance go by.

“You wanna go to Eagleton Park, don't you?” the raccoon asked, to which Matilda not so hesitantly nodded.

“Is that... a bad thing...?” she muttered whilst sheepishly gripping her arm, “I'm not bad for... wanting to flaunt a little bit more, am I?”

She asked it... but the question was ultimately rhetorical. Yes, it was a bad thing, at least in this context. If she has to ask if it's right or wrong to purposefully flaunt yourself before someone who is not your spouse, then yes, it is probably a bad thing. Matilda knew this.

And yet... knowing that this was wrong, knowing that this was bad... only added more fuel to the fire. It felt good to be bad! It even left Matilda wondering when the last time she was so 'bad'. Back in college? Perhaps before that? She used to have a naughty streak, but like with all things, it faded away as she and Quinn grew up.

She wanted to be cool, to be sexy, to be bad! If only for a little bit...

And like the little devil on her shoulder, Leah said,

“We should totally go. You have no work tonight, I have no work tonight, and Quinn's gonna be working late tonight, so... yeah... we should go.”

Leah sounded excited... and so too was Matilda. It was like an adventure! Just the two of them, heading to Eagleton Park where all the bad boys drive their cars very, very fast. She may not be a teenager anymore, but it still got her engines revving.

Just as much as those cars better be.

…

“Wow... this place is pretty packed.”

“It almost doesn't even look like Eagleton Park...”

Cars. Cars everywhere. Cool cars, simple cars! Sports cars, mom cars! Cars that looked fresh off the lot, modified cars that look completely new! Cars that looked cheaper than the dingy one they were driving, cars that looked like they'd spend decades to try and pay off!

Now that's a lot of cars!

Memorial Park was the residential park within the heart of Bellview. Thus, it was surrounded on all sides by the city. Eagleton Park sat right outside of the city, next to Eagleton Valley and East End Highway. So as one may suspect, it was more natural compared to its inner-city brother. Eagleton was known for its nature trails, which travel through the forest and into the mountain's proper, with many tables and benches going on for seemingly miles. It was also a popular place for families, thank to its wide space and little league baseball field.

But if you were to look at it now, you'd feel no such thing.

So many cars drove left and right, needing no repeat. And among them were equally as much people, huddled around their cars and vehicles like dangerous gangs. So many big men of different species and races, tattoos and chains strewn on their bodies. So many young women to match them, their bodies so lithe and spry. Even though she was only 28, seeing them all made Matilda feel like she was 48!

It also made her wonder: did the cops know what was going on up here?

“I don't know, Leah... maybe we should go home...” muttered the squirrel, though her friend scoffed at such a statement.

“Nuh-uh-uh! No getting cold feet now!” she replied, “We didn't change into these clothes just to go home! We're here now, so let's enjoy the local flavor a bit!”

Whether Matilda wanted to leave or not, the choice really wasn't in her hands; this was Leah's car! So under the raccoon's control, they parked themselves into the nearest open spot they could find, and both got out together.

The brunette squirrel that emerged from the car was one who instantly turned heads. She was no young thing, nor was she a mature woman, instead being somewhere right in the middle. Long brown hair that usually fell free, had now been tamed into a ponytail thanks to a blue ribbon. Glasses had also been removed, stowed away so that all could see her soft features and beautiful brown eyes. Her figure was on full display too, thanks to her choice of clothing... and how light it was.

Blue was the name of the game. Blue choker. Blue earrings. Blue cropped jacket over a blue cropped top. Blue skirt. Hell, even blue heels! And if it wasn't blue, then it was an accompany color of white!

This was a race, right? And every race needs a queen. At least, that was Matilda's reasoning behind her choice in clothing! So, she made herself out to look like a race queen... if not a skimpy one.

These clothes flaunted her shoulders, her midsection, her legs, and even the cleavage of her chest. With the bright blues against the cool night, it made the mocha-furred squirrel look stunning, especially from the drab businesswoman she normally was. Even Leah was astonished by her friend's transformation. Sometimes, all you'd need to do is take off your glasses and put on different clothes to appear like a completely different person.

Maybe that's why no one knows who Superman is...

“Where do you think Diablo is in all of this...?” Matilda asked, her arms crossed as she gazed around, “He said he'd take me driving.”

“Kehehe! I knew someone was excited,” her friend responded as she stared across the hood of her car, “You are just going on a drive with him, right?”

The statement caused Matilda to blush before glaring at her friend. She didn't exactly answer however, instead pointing towards the large groups of people as the revving of car engines could be heard in the distance.

“Let's go over there,” she said as she began walking off, “Maybe we can meet people who know Diablo.”

“Kehehehehe! Whatever you say!”

Together, the squirrel and raccoon stepped through the droves of people towards the center of the park. They turned heads, an action that did not go unnoticed to Matilda. These eyes, no matter how fleeting, felt good as they traced upon her body. And this good feeling made her wonder...

Is there anything wrong with feeling materialistic every now and then? It may be shallow – these guys didn't know a thing about her other than her looks – but to be desired in such a base way still felt thrilling. To be fawned over, desired even, made her feel so warm, so hot.

Quinn called her beautiful earlier that day. But this made Matilda feel sexy!

Rounding the corner, the duo came to the inner sanctum of the park, where the larger parking lot could be seen. If the one they parked in was used mainly for, well, parking, this lot was used to flaunt cars. Everyone was gathered on nearby benches and other cars, watching a show as stylish cars performed various actions within the empty space before them.

A Ford GT here, a Dodge Viper there, and other cars that left even Leah stumped as to what they were! But all of them were flashy and extravagant, and all of them were controlled by such skilled drivers who made them perform amazing and flashing tricks. From simple things like donuts, to more exciting actions like hydraulic jumps, to even full on drifts in this relatively small area. And for it to be done in such extravagant cars was even more amazing!

But then another car roared over the rest, one with such great fury and sound that it made their ears twitch. Turning to face the distance, Leah and Matilda were first blinded by headlights, but then the car continued driving forward. And in doing so, it revealed its sleek red and black surface.

Mostly angular, smooth edges, sharp straights; it was an exotic blend of steel and sensuality.

“Diablo...” Matilda whispered.

The Lamborghini Diablo came roaring through the other cars, performing a sleek drift around the back of the lot just to turn around and peel out immediately. From zero to over sixty in a matter of seconds, the car put on speeds that created a slipstream, causing Matilda and Leah's hair to flutter through the wind.

“Wow...” Matilda whispered breathlessly, only to blush and cover her cheeks.

Again she felt flustered as these feelings made her experience things she was uncomfortable with. Was she fawning after another man? She tried telling herself that the answer was 'no'; that this was just some passing attraction and nothing else... but then she tried to imagine the other side of the coin. If Quinn was so passionately ogling other women, she'd be livid! In fact, she remembered times where he seemed to fawn over his computers more than he did her!

Seriously, if his computer at work could give him a blowjob, she'd be out of a job!

These conflicting thoughts made Matilda's stomach turn, as again that shame began rising from within. But with that shame came this thrilling rush, the excited feeling one could only get from being bad. Matilda would stop things from going too far, she told herself that. But to dance on the edge of right and wrong – to skirt the lines between what was acceptable and what was not – was so very exhilarating. And the next step was to get into that car, to experience the great speeds that only the wolf and his amazing car could give her.

“Diablo's so cool,” Matilda remarked, making Leah giggle... and someone else scoff.

“Tch! Diablo? Cool? I don't think so,” a voice replied to their side.

The two looked over, eyes falling on a golden-furred cat. She was younger than them by, like, eight or nine years, with a skinny and lithe appearance to boot. A miniskirt sat on her legs, a sleeveless crop top sat on her shoulders, and in her fingers sat a cigarette. Casually she puffed on the stick, while her green eyes leered at the two older women beside her.

“You were talking about Diablo... right?” asked the cat.

“Yeah... what of it...?” Leah muttered back, to which the feline grinned.

“I see... you're a couple of women he roped into coming here, aren't you?” she inquired whilst turning to face them, “Diablo always does this. It's kinda his... what's it called again? Modus operandi, or something like that?”

“Do you... know Diablo?” Matilda asked.

“Of course, everyone knows who Diablo is,” the feline answered, “He's got a big ego. Thinks himself the street king or whatever just cuz he wins races from time to time,” she took another puff of her cigarette, before dropping it and crushing it beneath her heel, “But nowadays, he's just kind of a blowhard. He hasn't won a race in months.”

“Oh calm down, Chelsea,” another voice came from yet another girl, a canine this time, one of equal age to the cat, “No ones been able to win a race over these few months, so don't make it seem like Diablo sucks or anything.”

This dog – a black haired young woman who appeared to be the cat's friend – had a far more friendly disposition... though she still carried with her this dangerous edge much like everyone else here.

“Don't mind her,” she said, “Chelsea and Diablo used to date, so she has it out for him.”

“Yeah right...” muttered the cat in a dismissive manner.

“You said no one's been able to win a race over the past few months?” Matilda asked, “Why is that?”

“Because the same guy keeps winning,” Chelsea answered.

“Really? Wh... who is he?”

“Teheheheh! Wow, you two really must be knew here,” the dog said, “You have to be if you don't know who the Doctor is!”

The... Doctor? Did the drivers here have such extravagant names? First Diablo and now the Doctor? What were the names of the other drivers? Inferno? Speedster? Maverick? It... didn't really matter.

What did matter was the way these two girls spoke of this mysterious 'Doctor'. How their eyes grew so bright, as if imagining who he was. It reminded Matilda of herself just earlier that day when she was talking to Diablo!

“The Doctor's a guy who started driving around the summer,” said Chelsea, “He's an ace driver; he's been beating everyone silly since he showed up! He's not here every Saturday, but when he does show up, he completely stomps everyone, including Diablo... feh!”

“I got to ride with him once,” the dog said, “He's unlike anyone else here. He drives so casually, and doesn't even flinch. He honestly doesn't seem human. He's more like a machine.”

“Human? He's a human?” Leah asked, causing Chelsea to nod.

“Yeah, and he's the only human who can match any of the guys here,” she stated, “I wonder if he'll be driving today...”

Her answer came rather quickly.

“HEY! I SEE A PORSCHE!!!”

And everyone tensed up.

Whatever conversations going on were quickly cut to a quiet, with only the revving of cars audible. People turned this way and that way, a few whispered rumblings echoing among them. Leah and Matilda could only look at one another, confused and bewildered.

So... a Porsche was here? What's so special about that? They've already seen a few of those idly driving around!

But this wasn't just any Porsche, this was thee Porsche.

Cars and people parted from the roads, making way for a vehicle to drive down the center. It's headlights were bright, blocking Matilda and Leah's view of who it was that drove it. The car itself was certainly a Porsche, specifically a Porshe 911 Cabriolet with it's hood down. It was such a smooth and soft looking vehicle, with its curved edges and lines. Compared to Diablo's... well, Diablo, this car looked far from dangerous and exciting. Even the colors couldn't be more different, with Diablo's Lamborghini having a striking red and white appearance, while this car had a sleek silver appearance, with a few red here and there. Putting it lightly, this Porsche wasn't that impressive to Matilda and Leah.

To everyone else? This couldn't be any farther from the truth.

The onlookers all began cheering as they watched the Porsche come to a halt in the center of the parking lot. Even more so than before, the park had seemingly transformed into a sporting arena with the number of excited hollers roaring around them. Leah and Matilda could only look at one another, confused as to who this Doctor guy was and why he was so impressive to garner this much applause.

And then the Porsche stopped, coming to a halt before Diablo's Lamborghini. It seemed as if these two had some rivalry going on, for the red and black wolf was quick to emerge from his car. The two vehicles – a Porsche and a Lamborghini – were facing one another like cowboys in a western flick, and their drivers were exiting out to meet one another. On the right you had Diablo, so large and big and tall. And on the left, you had--

“QUIIINNNNNN!?!?!?!?!?!?”

Matilda's cry went silent against the screams of others.

He stood before the lights of his Porsche, this human man of 28 years. When Matilda last saw her husband, he was heading to work earlier in the day. Now here he stood, the same slacks, the same sweater vest, the same button up shirt, the same green tie. He was even wearing the same lab coat on his shoulders, which billowed in the night wind of Eagleton Park.

Everything was the same. The same brown hair. The same soft brown eyes. The same quizzical gaze. The same handsome features. The same everything. This wasn't an apparition, or Matilda's guilt playing tricks on her mind, no! That was her husband; that was Quinn!

WHAT THE FUCK WAS QUINN DOING HERE!?

Matilda covered her face, screaming into it while Leah clung to her. A part of the squirrel feared this was some sting operation; that her husband had somehow planned some elaborate trap to catch her in a moment of minor infidelity. And while that sounds unbelievable – and it is – Quinn was a smart enough man to do something so asinine!

But, no, this was just Matilda struggling to come to terms with the situation. Quinn wasn't here for her, he was here for something else. For, you see, Quinn was--

“The Doctor!” Chelsea announced.

Both Matilda and Leah looked at the feline, reading not only her starlit face, but the dog's awe-stricken expression as well. In fact, a lot of the girls here seemed utterly mesmerized by Quinn, something that neither the squirrel or the raccoon had ever seen before. Doubly so for Matilda, since he is her husband!

No one's ever seen Quinn as anything more than mundane! No one... except for Matilda herself.

And now here was her husband, the eye of affection of all as he stood before Diablo. That big, Adonis-like wolf had enough height and power to crush her husband over twice over, but this seemed to not be the case. They were talking to one another, their body language showing equal signs of respect. But from their distance, neither Matilda nor Leah could hear what they were saying.

They could see them though, watching as Quinn slipped his hand into his lab coat to pull out... cash. A whole wad of cash in fact. It was bundled by rubber bands, and even though there was a good distance between them, Matilda could see very well that it was over one hundred dollars. Reaching into his own jacket, Diablo pulled out wad of cash as well, one that equaled Quinn's. Again, the squirrel's eyes ballooned.

Not only was her husband here, not only did these people have a history with him, and not only was he participating in these illegal street races, but he was trading money too!? What the hell!? Did Matilda accidentally crossover into another universe!?

“What are they doing?” Leah asked of Chelsea and her friend. Matilda was thankful too; she was too flabbergasted to even speak.

“The Doctor and Diablo are betting on their race,” answered the feline, only to shrug her shoulders, “I don't get why... the Doc always wins.”

“It's cuz his pride wont let him lose,” her friend added on with a wide grin, “So every Saturday the Doctor shows up, he just has to race him. And it always ends the same way; he gets beat. Although...” she looked at Chelsea, her ears and tail springing up, “Hey... you think the Doctor will let me ride with him again?”

“Tch! Not this time!” the feline replied as she placed her hand on her chest, “I'll be the one riding with the Doctor this time! It's been weeks since I got to experience his driving! Let me just-- MMFFPH!?!?”

Suddenly... a hand! And a very forceful hand at that! With no warning, a hand fell on Chelsea's face, forcing her out of the way. And who's hand was it?

Matilda's...

With speeds approaching a brown flash, the squirrel hopped and peeled through the droves of people, not caring if she hurt them, angered them, or annoyed them. Her gaze was singular, her drive focused; she was getting into that Porsche her husband was driving, and nothing in this world was going to fucking stop her!

As for Quinn himself?

He extended his hand to Diablo, causing the wolf to do likewise. They'd made their bet, and this handshake confirmed it: the first one to Lakeside Avenue's four-way intersection would be crowned the winner, and that winner was going to walk home with 500 dollars. Honestly, this was far more than usual; typically the payout was between two hundred to three hundred dollars. For Diablo to bump it up to five hundred spoke volumes.

He reeaaaaallly wanted to win this! It even showed on the wolf's face, giving a pearly grin that spread out from cheek to cheek.

“I'm gonna win this time, Doctor,” he said, his cool facade breaking ever so slightly as Quinn could hear excitement in his voice.

“May the best man win, Mr. Diablo,” was his response.

To everyone who heard it, Quinn's retort garnered a cry of excitement. He didn't show fear in the face of Diablo's challenge; he just wished his fellow challenger luck. To those who knew him, his response was being genuine and earnest. Quinn wasn't trying to be cool, wasn't trying to be cocky; he was just being honest!

But his honesty coupled with the skill he had exhibited before, had created this aura around him, this mystique. Quinn was a loving husband and scientist, but the Doctor was an untouchable racer with an unrivaled skill. His relatively mundane mannerisms and words only helped intensify his personality, making him appear larger than life despite his actions... or lack thereof.

The air at the park was reaching a fever pitch, and everyone was starting to gather around. Normally there would be bets on who would win the race, but with Quinn, that was no longer the case. If the Doctor was racing, then why bother betting? Everyone knew he was going to win!

In unison, both Diablo and Quinn retreated to their cars, getting inside to begin their race proper. The wolf was thumping with excitement, thrilled by the prospect of finally regaining his dignity after being bested so many times. The Doctor himself? Well..

He opened the glove department of his car, causing a pair of fingerless gloves to slide out. This was the only transformation Quinn went under. These two, black, leather gloves, slid down on his palm and knuckles, where they fitted snugly upon his hand. A twist here, a shake there, and they wouldn't budge an inch.

Good.

An almost relaxed sounding sigh slipped through Quinn, and he pressed his back up to his seat. The smooth and soft red leather of his Porsche's seats helped him unwind even further. He didn't look nor did he sound like a man who was about to race for money! Instead if you placed a cup of coffee in his hand, he'd look more like he was about to unwind after a long day of work.

And then his brown eyes grew sharp, and a near devilish smirk appeared on his face. Quinn was rumbling from within; his blood pumping with adrenaline and excitement. Even his grip on his steering wheel grew intense, as if he'd break it from shear force of will alone! With one foot on the breaks, he pressed his other foot to the gas, purposefully revving his engines as if to show his own waning patience. Yes, he wanted to get this show on the road!

Ah, but there are proper steps to these kinds of things, isn't there? Even in this world of illegal racing, one has to follow the rules! It just so happens that these rules are a little... different. How different? Well... Quinn has always been a gentleman.

Reaching over, he casually opened the door to his Porsche, which meant one thing and one thing alone...

Anyone care to ride along?

Yes, that's what it meant; it was a question. Did anyone wish to ride with him in this race? He cared not who it was, so long as they were quick! Fortunately, he didn't need to wait too long.

As Quinn focused his eyes forward, he heard someone quickly sit down in the seat beside him, and just as quickly close the door. Interesting; that was faster than usual. Normally there was a small fight when it came down to who got to ride with him. Whoever this person was, they must have really fought for this chance.

It brought a smile to his lips; a name left his lips.

“Cindy, is that you?” he asked before turning, “You seem rather...” his eyes grew wide, “Exci... ted...?”

It was Matilda.

For what felt like an eternity, the two sat there and stared at one another. Quinn's eyes were wide and his mouth was agape. Matilda's eyes too were wide, though her teeth were clinched in an abrasive manner. Neither side could speak for a few moments, and the world around them seemed to have faded into the distance. They were in a void, and the only person who mattered was the one sitting just a few inches away.

“What are you doing here!?” the two shouted in unison.

“No! You answer the question first!” Matilda continued, her blue eyes growing intense, “Benjamin Quinn Reed, what the hell are you doing here!?”

He grew silent momentarily, his eyes looking over the dashboard to watch as Diablo began driving off. Why his wife was here and why she was wearing such exciting clothes, were questions he wanted answers to. But his opponent was already heading off to the starting line; Quinn would not be late.

Much to Matilda's surprise, her husband dropped his hand to the gear shift of their car, popping it into first gear and then pressing his foot to the gas. The car was quick to get moving, jerking the squirrel back and causing her to flatten her back to the seat. With flawless ease, Quinn drove through the droves of people and cars, while the cheers of others roared all around them. For him, this was normal; for Matilda, this was anything but.

“What the hell is going on here!?” she cried as they headed towards Eagleton Park's exit, “Did I hit my fucking head!?”

“Heh... you're so beautiful,” Quinn replied nonchalantly, as if he wasn't heading for a high-speed race, “I suppose a full explanation is in order. Oh... you... might want to put on your seat belt, Mattie. We will be pushing speeds beyond 100 miles, and I'd hate for any sudden stops to launch you.”

“Beyond 100 miles? Sudden stops? Wh-what are you? Oh fuck,” she scrambled, quickly putting on her seat belt and fastening it, “This is insane. This is insane! I must be dreaming!”

While she squirmed in place and her heart began to race, Quinn drove over towards the main road of East End Highway. He positioned himself on the left side of the main road, while Diablo and his Lamborghini sat to the right. So embarrassed, not to mention confused and even scared, Matilda covered her face with her hands, bawling into them for fear that the wolf would recognize her.

He didn't.

The two racers were in position, sitting a few feet away from one another on these silent, moonlit roads. In front of them on the road was another girl; a beastkin of the avian variety. She appeared to be this races flag girl, and was dressed just as skimpily as every other girl at the park – Matilda included. Positioning herself in the middle of the road between the two cars, she raised her hands up high, while the cheers of onlookers echoed behind them. Matilda, for all of her excitement at the idea of coming here and riding in these fast cars, was now suddenly babbling like a toddler.

“Oh my God!” she muttered again and again, “Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!”

Behind her, the crowds roared out...

“3!… 2!… 1!...”

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod!!!”

“GOOOOOOOOO!!!”

EERRRRRRRRRRRRKKKKK!!!

“OHMYGOD! AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!”

This was not what Matilda was expecting.

The flag girl dropped her hands, and instantly, both Quinn and Diablo pressed their foots to the gas pedals. Engines roared to life, wheels began turning, and before the squirrel knew it, she and her husband was bursting forward at amazing speeds.

Twin cars of silver and red slipped down the roads, passing by the flag girl, and leaving a torrent of wind in its wake. Matilda's eyes widened as she was pressed back into her chair, watching as the starlit roads in front of her began drifting by at increasing speeds. Occasionally she'd stare over, watching as the speedometer of the Porsche continued building. From 0 to 60 in a matter of seconds, and soon after, building up to 70, and then 80! Side by side, the two racers roared down the roads of the highway, with Matilda screaming all the while.

This was happening! This was actually, seriously, happening! Gripping the dashboard, Matilda tried to brace herself, but nothing could prepare her for the shear insanity of the situation. Her husband, her calm, mild-mannered husband, was wearing fingerless gloves while driving a Porsche down a highway at speeds rapidly approaching 100! This was the same guy who utterly refused to ignore any traffic laws, a man whom she's never seen run a red light, or speed even slightly on a highway! But that man seemed to have been replaced by... someone else.

Matilda looked over, meeting Quinn's eyes. His soft brown eyes... they were nowhere to be seen. Instead they were sharp, like a predator leering at its meal. His movements were calm and restrained, but his body language was anything but. The way he gripped his wheel, the shear intensity in his eyes, and the slightly cocky smirk on his lips, showed a man who thrived in races. Putting it lightly...

This was not her husband!

East End Highway. Due to its name, is it any surprise that it's on the eastern side of city, right where Eagleton Valley is? And with it being so close to Eagleton Valley, the roads sat on the edge of a mountainous ridge. They weren't straight, but instead swerved and turned, like a writhing snake. And the only thing that would save a person from a surely grizzly fall over the edge, were the rather thin looking guard rails.

But tell that to Quinn and Diablo, who took to the roads as if they had no regards for their own lives!

The name of the game was speed, and these two had no qualms going fast. When the first turn appeared, a soft right bend, Matilda found herself tensing up in fear. She could see the railings, and the absolute void of nothing on the other end; they needed to slow down! But Quinn sped up! At the same time, Diablo took the inner turn, slamming on the breaks just lightly enough to make his back wheels swerve. In a dazzling display, the wolf performed a drift and coasted around the turn. Quinn however took to the outer edge of the road, not drifting but keeping a more steady turn that allowed him to maintain more speed. By the time the turn was finished, both he and his opponent were on equal footing. But another turn was coming soon, and an even sharper one at that!

“WHAT IS GOING ON!?” Matilda shouted, her heart racing as one hand moved to sit on her husband's arm, “Quiiinnnn! Stop this!”

“I can't, Mattie,” he answered nonchalantly, as if they were sitting in their living room and not roaring down the highway, “I have 500 dollars on this race; I can't lose that!”

“500 dollars!?” she repeated, “How do you just have 500 dollars to casually blow!? How did you even get this car in the first place!? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?” EEEERRRK! “GAH!?”

There were... other cars on this road. Nighttime though it may be, this is an illegal street race, so there were chances that there would be other people who were just casually driving for one reason or another. Perhaps it was to get home for work, maybe some had late shifts, perhaps they were just idly passing by; who knows? For Diablo and Quinn however, these other cars were just... obstacles...

Pressing his foot to the pedal, the wolf and his Lamborghini quickly pushed through the other cars, swerving around them as he took the lead in their race. Seeing this, Quinn's eyes grew even sharper, and his grip also tightened upon his steering wheel. To Matilda's horror, her husband didn't slow down, but instead speed up!

“You're a biologist, Quinn!” she shouted, “Not a fucking mechanic! You don't work on machines; you work on medicine! On people!”

“Oh Mattie... you're so cute,” he replied, taking her aback, “Technology and biology aren't that different! Case in point, this,” he switched up a gear, “Let me teach you how to perform a triple bypass!”

Slamming his foot down to the gas, Quinn mirrored Diablo and quickly sped up, much to Matilda's fear. He wasn't afraid though, and with a surprising show of skill, he easily snaked and swerved around the slower going cars before him. A twist here, turn there, and he passed just inches shy of hitting the vehicles beside them, causing his wife to gasp. Before she knew it, they were back on empty roads, with just Diablo to contend with.

This was not what she was expecting.

When the squirrel came here with the promise of fast cars and thrilling races, she thought she could handle it. Just a little bit of spice to bring some excitement to her dull life. But right now as she watched that speedometer steadily climb higher and higher, from the upper 80s to the 90s, and then from the 90s to the 100s, Matilda learned just how desperate she was to return to her supposedly boring and mundane life! Her heart was racing, she was panting, and when they rounded this next, sharp corner...

“AAAAHAHHHAHAAAAAAA!!!”

Her screaming voice pierced the air!

Without warning, Quinn slammed on the brakes, only to release it only a few seconds later. At the same time, he twisted hard to the left, causing the car to enter into an incredibly sharp drift. Her husband... her simple, mundane, boring husband... was performing a drift. And not just a drift, but a precise one at that. Gazing ahead, Matilda could see the guardrails that barred them from a plunging death. If he messed this up even in the slightest, they could fly off the edge and be killed. Or they could drive into the rocky wall on the other side, where they could gravely injure themselves. The danger was omnipresent; any slight mistake and they could die!

But when Matilda looked over to her left and read her husband's face, she did not see fear nor apprehension. She saw a grin. A powerful grin. And his eyes... his powerful eyes. Her husband had transformed from that mild-mannered scientist, into a street-racing demon. This was the Doctor!

As the turn leveled out, and Quinn ended his drift, Matilda placed her hand upon her chest. Beneath she could feel her heart thumping, her fear having started to change into... excitement? Yes, she was genuinely getting excited! The racing made her blood pump and her breathing increase! Even the fear she felt added to this excitement, as adrenaline began pumping through her body.

This was amazing.

Side by side, their Porsche and Diablo's Lamborghini roared down the streets. There were slight turns here and there, but nothing too intense, and nothing great enough to turn the race into anyone's favor. Looking over, Matilda stared upon Diablo, capable of seeing him through his car's open window. He looked so intense, so determined to win this race! His eyes were squint, his teeth were clinched, and he was lurching forward in a violent manner.

But when she looked at Quinn, he was far more composed. Laid back in his seat, a smirk on his lips, while his grip on his wheel remained steady. If it wasn't for the suave look in his eyes, Matilda would swear she was watching her husband idly watch TV; he looked that relaxed.

Goodness...

Is this what those other girls were experiencing? Is this what that dog was speaking about before? She was right. The way the Doctor drives is so casual; he doesn't even flinch. He just... does. Does that make any sense?

He drives. He drives so fucking good!

As the initial shock of the situation began waning off, Matilda took her time to look around. Up here on these roads, she could gaze over the guardrails to see Bellview so far below. Then she looked up above, and saw the moon, the stars, illuminating them as they drove at intense speeds.

This desire... this cry... it left her lips...

“Faster...”

And despite it being nothing more than a whisper, Quinn heard it. And he obeyed.

He switched the gear of his Porsche.

Had he been holding back all this time? Diablo wondered that as he watched his rival's car gain a lead. Together, the two slipped into a tunnel, one where other cars drove. Again Quinn flaunted his mastery over his vehicle as he so easily turned and swerved around these slower moving pedestrians. Diablo did likewise, keeping pace with the Porsche even as they broke through the tunnel.

On the other side, the rocky cliffs were replaced with more greenery and foliage. There were trees opposing the cliff side, and in the distance, they could see Bellton Bridge as it hung over Labell Lake. Further beyond that was Lakeside Avenue: a four-way intersection. That meant this race would soon be coming to its end.

Soon...

One more turn, and this one was a long one. A giant circle that lead down to their end of the bridge. After that, it was one straight line to Lakeside Avenue. In anticipation, Diablo switched on gear down, knowing he could drift around this corner at max speeds. But Quinn didn't. Quinn did the opposite.

He got even faster.

Moving one gear up, the Doctor peeled out towards the long turn in the distance. Taking the lead, he quickly entered a drift, curling around the turn as everything around them began blurring. Matilda looked over, watching as Diablo did likewise. Both drivers showed mastery of their cars; easily maintaining their drifts while also keeping their speeds.

The roaring cars echoed through the mountaintops, with both vehicles vying for supremacy on these lonely roads. Diablo – in his desperation – applied more gas to his car, increasing his speeds even further. Briefly he overtook his rival, grinning as a sense of elation washed over him... but this didn't last long.

Even amid his drift, Quinn was capable of cutting over into the inner bend of the roads, where he began drifting into oncoming traffic. It was dangerous if not outright stupid; he didn't know what was on the other end of the turn! Some other car could be driving up towards them and they wouldn't know until it was too late! This was too dangerous!

But that fear...

And that adrenaline...

And that rush...

It had been a while since Matilda felt so hot.

One hand gripped tightly upon her chest, squeezing in. The other hand gripped even harder upon her husband's arms, and she whispered...

“Go faster...”

And Quinn obeyed.

In a manner one could only describe as being suicidal, the Doctor shifted into the last gear of his Porsche. The speed increase was slight, but it was more than enough to let Quinn completely overtake his rival. By the time they came to the end of the turn, he had put significant distance between himself and Diablo.

But Quinn was still driving against traffic... something this oncoming truck was keen to warn him about.

HOOOOONNNKKK!!!

In that moment as the truck's horns blared into her ears, and its headlights blinded her eyes, Matilda felt as if her entire lie froze up on the spot. She didn't see, she didn't feel, she just... juuuustt...

EEEERRRRRK!

And like that, life went right back to normal.

With casual ease, Quinn brought them back on the appropriate lane, driving with traffic and peeling towards Lakeside Avenue in the distance. The finish line was right there, and each of its four lanes were completely silent. Diablo had already resigned himself to his fate; this was not a race he was going to win. Another defeat upon another defeat, upon another defeat; so on and so forth. The Doctor was a really good driver!

But...

Despite the end being right there...

Despite the fact that Diablo was starting to slow down...

The Doctor was speeding up.

Faster...

Faster.

Faster!

Diablo stopped at the traffic lights of Lakeside Avenue. The Doctor just kept going. Like a bullet, he roared straight through to the other side, and continued driving into the distance. Confused, the wolf leaned out of his window and watched as the Porsche left his sight.

If the Doctor drives off like that, does that mean he gets to keep his five hundred dollars? He sure hoped so; he kinda needed this money for rent!

…

“Mmmff!”

“Mmm!”

Never in a hundred years did she think something like this would ever occur. Perhaps in her spiciest of fantasies she had imagined a moment so erotic, but she never thought she'd be living through it. The heat, the rush of adrenaline, the surging and swelling of emotions; it all culminated with this.

Greene Belle Forrest. Here the trees were tall, the bushes deep, and the canopies thick. It was an easy place to get lost in, making it a forest unwelcoming for campers and hikers. But if one were to be out at this time of night – somewhere past eleven, perhaps twelve – then they may happen upon a most peculiar sight. Resting between trees in a small meadow, was a silver Porsche, specifically a Porshe 911 Cabriolet with it's hood down. It was idle, but its headlights were on. And resting in the car, sitting upon its plush leather seats, was a man with a voluptuous squirrel in his arms.

They were kissing.

Matilda's arms rested on Quinn's shoulder, propping herself against him as their lips met in kiss after kiss. The race had been long since finished, but her heart never seemed to quell. And now as she sat in her husband's lap, their lips meeting for kiss after kiss, the squirrel could feel her emotions having finally reached their zenith.

She couldn't remember the last time she was so fucking aroused!

The feeling was mutual, for through his chest, Matilda could feel Quinn's heart race. Her husband – her cool, quizzical, mild-mannered husband – had seemingly transformed into this voracious raptor. His hands clawed at her back, groping her body to coax crooning cries from her lips. She had never experienced something like this from him. This need, this hunger, this desire; it tore into Matilda's flesh, making her wobble and pull back.

“Aaahahhhaaaaahhnnn~~~!”

Her moan pierced the silent forest, while her husband's lips pressed to her neck and shoulder, again and again. He kissed her, licked her, bit upon her, with each movement making the squirrel melt from his touches.

He'd never been so primal with her before. Usually when they made love, it was slow and passionate; that's the only sex she's ever known! But this was the kind of sex she'd only read about in her most steamiest of novels, or only heard of when conversing with friends. It left Matilda shuddering on his body, as if struggling to maintain herself against his assault.

“Quiiiinnnnnn~~~!” she groaned, but he seemingly ignored her pleas, whatever they may be.

Instead his hands trailed down her back, coming to a halt upon her ass. Clinching in, he gave Matilda a squeeze that made the squirrel tense up, and her tail bounce. Stiffening upon her husband's lap, she looked over her shoulder to where his hands were, watching as he hungrily groped her pliable flesh like it was doughy bread. The skirt she wore did very little to block one's view of her body. In fact, one strong enough hop would be enough to expose her panties! Quinn seemingly took that in stride.

Gripping her skirt and pulling them up, he exposed her panties to the forest around them. They were blue.

Clinching them next, Quinn pulled Matilda's panties up, forcing them into a thong which were squeezed upon by her luscious ass. She gave yip, but it melted into a moan when her husband's hands began groping and kneading her ass directly. He massaged her, kneaded her, pulled her cheeks apart, pressed them together, and then gave them a lovely bounce. It made Matilda bite into her bottom lip, stifling cries of pleasure which threatened to light up the forest around them. Again, she had to ask...

Who was this man? This was not her husband!

Placing her hands upon his shoulders, Matilda pushed herself away to get a better look at him. Those soft brown eyes she fell in love with, were now so lustful and strong. Normally she couldn't see him when they made love, thanks to their tendency to do so with the lights off. But the lights of the Porsche were strong enough to illuminate him, exposing a side of her husband she's never seen before.

His brown hair.

His sharp eyes.

That cocky grin.

Fuck he looked so sexy.

There was just one thing that ruined him.

Those glasses...

So – entranced by them – Matilda reached down and grabbed her husband's spectacles, plucking them off his face and tossing them to the back seat of the Porsche. There, the transformation was complete. Quinn was gone, this was the Doctor!

Reaching under his lab coat, Matilda watched as her husband reclined in his chair, almost cockily so. Saying not a word, he allowed his wife to pull his coat free from his body, revealing the sweater vest he was wearing beneath it... and the button up shirt... and the tie...

“Why'd you put on so much fucking clothes,” Matilda asked in a lust drunk manner.

“Why did you put on so little?” Quinn retorted.

His saucy tone drew a groan from her lips; why was he clicking all of her buttons?

She didn't get much time to think about it, not when he gripped her hips tight. Slowly, Quinn ground his hips against Matilda, allowing her to feel the sizable lump which sat between his legs. Goodness, it felt so big! And the way he humped it against her thigh and mound made her so damn wet. It was like grinding a heated stone against her pussy! Matilda knew her husband's body as well as her own, but this felt extreme! What was going on!?

As she sat tall and erect on his lap, Quinn marveled at this wife. She didn't know it, but damn did she look so fucking erotic. Her eyes closed, her mouth wide, her body adorned in this skimpy attire, all as she gave full-chested moans deep from the heart. He'd never seen this side of Matilda before.

Guiding his hands away from the squirrel's hips, Quinn instead took the moment to explore his wife's body. Her figure was flawless, perfect even. Her narrow waist which widened out into these lovely hips, and of course, her busty chest. He always kept it in due to his gentlemanly upbringing... but damn did his wife's body set a fire within him. You haven't experienced true eroticism until you've seen Matilda in her workout clothes. The sports bra that hugs his wife's chest dear, the gym pants which stretches over her shapely ass, and the midriff she flaunts during it all; she was like a goddess!

Hnmmm... he was biting on his bottom lip from shear arousal. He just needed to...

“Mmffff...!”

“Aaaahhaaah~! Q-Quiinnn!”

His lips attacked the nape of Matilda's neck. Kisses befell his wife's body, followed by these hungry little bites. Each one sent a surge through her body, causing the squirrel to shudder and moan. Gripping her husband's shoulders, she braced herself against Quinn for fear that the pleasure would make her fall over. In turn, she pulled him in deeper, making those kisses, those bites, all the stronger. And the stronger they got, the louder she got.

“Haaaah~! Aaaahhhnnn~~! Quiiinnnn~!” her voice cried, so sensual, so melodious! Quinn wanted to hear more of it!

Guiding his hands up, he slid them under Matilda's jacket, pulling them off her shoulders to reveal her chest. This croptop left very little to the imagination. Sure, it covered her from the underside... but the cleavage was still deep. If anything, the top squeezed upon her tits, making them appear even more full, even more erotic!

Breathing like a beast and with the hunger to match it, Quinn placed his hands upon Matilda's tits and gave them a hard clinch! The squeeze made her body arch and her eyes close shut, another cry of pleasure rumbling from her lips. Her husband's hands felt so much stronger now than they usually did! He wasn't being that gentle man he usually was, he had truly become this animal!

And this animal was hungry...

“Hauaah!? Q-Quin!?”

Without warning, he lifted Matilda up, sitting her upon the dashboard of the Porsche. Staring down, she watched her hungry husband spread her legs open wide, flaunting the blue pair of panties she wore, and how absolutely drenched they were. Her erotic heat and musky odor had also cut through the forest around them, fighting off the natural scent of pine and wood. And Quinn's eyes? Oh, they were so bright and so sharp. It was like he was a starving man staring at a full-course meal!

Just these stupid fucking panties were in the way!

“Ah-ahaah!?”

His actions still forceful, Quinn pulled Matilda's panties off of her legs and feet, tossing them who knows where. And there! Revealed before his eyes between her slick brown fur, was her moist pink pussy. Sweet nectar oozed down upon the dashboard, staining it and drawing his gaze more. And when Quinn took a deep whiff of the air... snniifffff! Fuck, his wife smelled so good!

He just needed too...

“Q-Quinnn!? Ahah!?”

He pushed in, causing her legs to arch in the air while his mouth latched upon her pussy. And right then – at that moment – Matilda jolted like she was stricken by lightning! With no warning, her husband attacked her cunt, kissing it, slobbering upon it, and then pushing his tongue deep inside of her folds. He did so with no skill, no finesse. Just this primal, needy hunger drove him! Again and again, he scooped up helpings of her fluids, swallowing it down only to replace it with more. His actions sent Matilda into overdrive, her head gazing up to the moonlit skies overhead, while her pussy throbbed and twitched over his voracious cunnilingus!

“Gaaahah! Aaahahhnn~~! Fuck! Quiinnn~!” she cried, her eyes screwing shut.

Driven by lust herself, Matilda placed one hand upon her chest, groping and kneading herself through her top. Her other hand grabbed Quinn by his head, grinding him deeper against her pussy. It had been a while since he'd gone down on her, and she even wondered if he'd ever done so with such intensity before. It mattered not what he was eating out – her folds, her clit, the deepest recesses of her pink pussy – Quinn wanted to devour every inch of his wife's body.

And fuck was he doing it!

That tongue! Feeling it writhe and groove and explore her pussy, was akin to feeling a slimy snake crawl into her body! She never knew her husband could be so intense with his oral! He knew her so well, knew her weakspots, knew just what to poke, what to prod, what to torture, all to make her cum.

And boy, did she fucking cum.

“FUCK! FUCK! NNGGH! CUMMING! I'M GONNA... NNGGHGHH ~~! HAAAAHH-AAAAAHHHNNN~~~!” THUMP! “AAAAAAHHAAAAAAAHHAAAAAA~~~!”

Nearly slamming her head against the windshield of the Porsche, Matilda shot up with her legs, and--

Sprrrriittzzzz!

Yeah... that...

Hot, delicious, and musky feminine cum, all came showering into Quinn's mouth... and then on his face once he pulled back. It left his features lathered in her clear juices, and also left Matilda shuddering. Such a strong orgasm, and such a loud one too. Fuck, it reduced her to nothing but a pile of shivering limbs upon this Porsche's dashboard.

And then – with a deep breath – Quinn pulled himself back. Shaking still, Matilda stared up towards her husband's face, watching as he tasted her cum on his lips. She had never once seen him be so lewd before. Was this the face she was missing out on when the lights were off? This image of Quinn, indulging in her body like some hungry beast? Was he trying to hide this? Is that the true reason why they never fucked with the lights on?

And this... this thing in his pants... oh fuck... that thing in his pants...

Now that she had relaxed, and now that Quinn was standing tall before her, Matilda could see the massive lump her husband had. His slacks did an absolutely poor job of hiding his affection; the tent he was pitching may as well have been a pyramid!

And it was a twitching pyramid.

Mesmerized by her husband's penis, Matilda slowly moved forward, where she grabbed his slacks by the belt and buckle. Quinn said not a word, instead watching as his entranced wife undid his buckles, unzipped his pants, and opened his fly. And then – inch by inch, and centimeter by centimeter – she pulled his pants down his legs, unveiling his cock to the moonlit forest around them.

And it was so big.

His fists on his hips and his slacks on to his knees, Quinn stood before Matilda with his manhood having reached its maximum length. The squirrel was never the type of woman to fantasize about big penis sizes. After all, her husband was the only man she had ever been with, and his penis was the only one she'd known. She knows it shape, she knows its size! She's felt it pump into her pussy and her mouth many a time in the past! So she says with the utmost sincerity...

This was not Quinn's penis.

This thing was long! This thing was thick! This thing looked as if it was bringing him physical pain! If this was the penis she's known throughout her adult life, it would make her walk funny in the morning! From its swollen head, to its veiny shaft, all the way down to its balls, this penis looked like it had but one purpose in life.

It left Matilda shuddering, fearful of what this thing would do to her. But in that fear, she again felt excitement. And when the scent of her husband's musky length tickled her nose, she began drooling from the mouth. If this sounds repetition, then so be it, but she had to wonder; when was the last time she sucked him off? Well... time to repay the favor...

Placing one hand on his thigh, Matilda gripped Quinn's shaft as she knelt before him. Looking up, her beautiful blue eyes pierced the night, while her face wore an expression saying 'Am I doing this right?' Fuck, she felt so nubile beneath him! Like she was some bashful college girl again!

Back and forth, Matilda stroked her husband's penis, feeling its texture run along her palm. Not only was it thick, but the veins were so prominent! Feeling them rub back against her hand, sent a shiver down the squirrel's spine.

Every stroke garnered a reaction, and that reaction was a needy throb. Quinn's cock jumped in Matilda's grasp, making her yip in response. But her husband never told her to stop. In fact, just gazing up at his face told her one thing: keep going. So she redoubled her efforts, jerking his length off a quicker pace than before. Fuck, his penis was hotter now than ever before! The squirrel felt like it would burn her up!

But her efforts were reward...

“Aahnn...”

Not only with a deep moan from her husband's lips...

“Nngh?”

But a bullet of his precum.

It splattered on her cheek and lips, stunning her. Briefly Matilda locked up, but then her tongue slithered out to capture some of his fluids on her lips. And that taste... oooooooh, it was so much more stronger than usual! Thick too, that clear precum sat on her tongue for so long, before she finally swallowed it down.

“Quinn...” she whispered, her voice dripping with lust, “Let me get more comfortable...”

He smiled...

“Yes, Mattie...”

Pulling back, Matilda allowed Quinn to sit down in the Porsche proper, while she got on her knees below. It didn't take her much longer to once again seize his lap with her hands, her fingers wrapping around his length in particular. Smiling at him in a more goofy manner, the squirrel leaned in and began nuzzling her face against her husband's cock.

Oh, it felt just as good against her facial features as it did her hand just moments ago. And whenever her nostrils flared, she took in a heavy scent of her husband's body. It was so strong! So masculine! Sniffff! Every smell of his randy odor was like a puff of a drug! And that puff? Oooooh, it made her mouth water even more!

She needed him now!

Keeping a hand on his hip, Matilda wrapped her fingers around the shaft of Quinn's cock, and pointed it straight towards her mouth. Sliding her tongue out, she licked the head of his dick a few times, getting taste of his sweat and heat. And then her mouth came down completely, engulfing his member.

Her lips in a cute 'o' shape, Matilda began bobbing her head up and down upon her husband's member. She heard him groan, moan too, and then relax against the chair of the Porsche, while a pleasant smile took his lips. It was slight, but damn did it make him feel cool. Never would Matilda think that her husband was larger than life, not until this moment. It invigorated her, empowered her, emboldened her to do more.

So much more.

“Mmfff... shlurp... mmfff... shlorp... mmff... slurrk... mm...”

The sounds of Matilda's blowjob bounced against the silent forest around them. Her every audible suck, her every stroking lick, her ever lustful swallow, also caused Quinn to moan out audibly. At first she was tepid, but as she grew accustomed to the feeling of his larger member widening out her jaw, she grew more courageous. Matilda's once slow bobbing quickened in pace, and her open eyes closed shut to focus. Placing both hands on her husband's thighs, she began to quickly thrust her head up and down. Brown hair fluttered up and down, while he let loose deep and needy sighs of pleasure.

“Haaaaah...! Oooooooh... Matillldaaaaa...” Quinn groaned.

His wife was ravenous! Absolutely swallowing his cock again and again and again! She'd never been so thorough with the treatment of his member, at least not that he could remember! And with a blowjob this good? He'd never forget!

She didn't just suck him off, didn't just swallow his length! She worshiped it! Every pump of her lips, every lick of her tongue, every audible moan, was all in service to him and his manhood. The squirrel even went so far as to cradle his balls, juggling and massaging them to bring his plesure to an absolute zenith! And when it came... ooooooooh, did it cum!

He seemed to have some sort of rivalry with his wife in those regards...

“MMMFFFFF!?”

Matilda's eyes grew wide, shocked and overwhelmed by the sudden rush of virile seed that came flooding into her mouth. The action of her husband climaxing in her maw was nothing new. The shear force of this load however? That was new. He didn't just cum, it was more like he exploded, bursting a fat wad of cum straight into her mouth... followed by another... and another... and another!

He just kept cumming!

Face scrunching in, Matilda struggled to keep up with Quinn's orgasm, swallowing down cum only to have her mouth filled out with even more cum! And it shot out of his length with such force, that she swore she could feel his cum surging through his length! From the balls, through the hilt, along the shaft, to the tip, and straight into her mouth!

Gulp!

And this taste...

Gulp!

It was so much more intense...

Gulp!

Than usual...

Gulp!

Ooooooh... it was glorious...

“Fmmmph... fuaaha! Pop! Aaahahnnn~~~”

Cum oozed from Matilda's lips as Quinn's length left her. She took a few moments to just sit there and... haaaaaah... breathe after having been under for so long. There was still some cum pooling in her mouth, and upon noticing it, the Doctor reached forward. Gripping Matilda's chin, he tipped her head up, meeting her eye for eye... and then eye with panting mouth.

So much of his cum was swimming in her maw. Such a lewd sight. Quinn closed her mouth.

Gulp...

Matildaa swallowed the last bits of his remaining seed.

Normally, that would be enough. They both had amazing, mind-blowing orgasms, and when that happened, the two were usually too tired to keep going.

Usually...

But the massive member standing before her told Matilda otherwise; her husband was still roaring to go! And she too felt the flames of lust still roaring within. She didn't want this to stop, not so soon, not yet.

But when Quinn grabbed her shoulders, desperate to pull this crop top off of her, Matilda... she...

“N-no... Q-Quinn...”

She shook him off, and he obeyed, releasing his hold on her. His face was one of confusion however, wondering why she told him to stop. Matilda didn't answer, not right away. Instead she stood up and faced the headlights of the Porsche.

What was her dream? To be seen with the lights on right? While it was brighter than usual, the headlight were pointed towards a tree. So that tree? That's where Matilda wanted to be.

Her heart racing, the squirrel walked over and stood before the headlights of the car, illuminating every inch of her body. The busty chest, the narrow waist, the wide hips: all of it was on full display for Quinn. And even though it was just her husband, Matilda suddenly got a nasty case of stage fright.

No point in acting bashful now; this was her dream, wasn't it? To be seen in all of her stunning glory? It took a few moments, but once that momentary bout of apprehension subsided, Matilda felt a thrilling surge of excitement. It drove her to touch herself, guiding her hands upon her hips and stomach as if to marvel at her illustrious figure.

Why did she feel so hot? Like a molten rod of lava? Especially her erogenous zones; they were aching! Her oozing cunt which burned like fire, he hard nipples which felt so sensitive, even her tail felt so vibrant and excitable! Groping herself, Matilda further excited her already strong lusts. Her fingers kneaded her breasts, before slipping under her top to tweak her nipples. The other hand came down under her skirt, dipping into her honeypot to pull out some of her nectar. Even that touch – so slight – made her shiver with delight.

“Haah... fuck...”

Matilda's thighs squeezed in over her hand, while her fingers dipped and pushed inside of her. Quinn's tongue was just in there, exploring her, and making her the drowning mess she is now. When her hand pulled back, her thick and gooey juices hung off her digits like clear syrup.

Goodness...

Stopping briefly, Matilda looked over to the shine of the headlights. She could see Quinn's ghostly figure behind the lights, standing tall and watching her. It made her smile, giggle too, but this show was not yet finished. If he was loving it so far, then he was surely dying to get to the main event.

Matilda would call this a strip tease... but that sounded far too simple for what she was doing. When she dropped her fingers to the clips of her skirt, she did so with this excitement that was palpable on her face. The gleeful smile, the poppy movements, even the slight giggle; she wanted to pull it off as fast as quick as she could.

“Aah!”

The grin she had grew even stronger once that blue skirt was removed, exposing the entirety of her lower half to her husband and the forest around them. But this show didn't end there, no; Matilda began shaking her hips; a saucy little dance to further fan his flames of lust.

And that dance continued as Matilda's hands came up to her chest, grabbing her crop top and pulling it off of her body. With no bra in the way, her busty chest bounced to freedom, allowing the squirrel to give a sigh of relief. Her body was so hot and sweaty, that her nipples glistened in the light and her brown fur had a sheen to it.

For the first time in a long time, Matilda did not feel mundane or boring, but instead she felt radiant! Like a fertility goddess given form! And as the light of the Porsche illuminated her, this feeling of power and sensuality was amplified... and it also felt liberating.

Like a tons of weight had been pulled off of her shoulders.

Her ears twitched; she heard footsteps... his footsteps.

Looking up, Matilda's eyes befell Quinn as he walked up towards her. His body showered in the light of the Porsche, she could see very inch of his nude body. Yes, while she was undressing, he had done likewise, freeing himself of his clothes to go au naturale like she had. In that moment, she too could witness the wealth of his glory.

Quinn had always been taller than her by an inch or so, but where as before she'd refer to him as lanky, now she'd say he was lean. This was the same body she's showered with, right? They just bathed last night! But somehow, with the light of the Porsche illuminating him like it did, her husband's form felt different.

Again, she had to wonder, if this was what she was missing out on when they lights were off. From his lean physique, to his sharp eyes, to his throbbing member; Quinn was like a man transformed.

And he was coming closer.

And closer.

And closerrrrrrrr...

“How do I look?” Matilda asked as his hand palmed her cheek.

Quinn smiled.

“You look beautiful.”

Funny that. This morning when he called her beautiful, it got under her skin. But now? It made her feel so hot! Tingly little ruminations traveled from the soles of Matilda's feet, up to the tips of her triangular ears. And when he touched her, brushing his fingers upon her cheek while the other hand stroked her hip and side, she once again gave an audible groan of desire.

His touches felt so much more intense than usual... why is that? Does it even matter?

“Mmmfff...”

“Mmmm...”

Their lips met in another kiss. Quinn moved up against Matilda, flattening her chest against his, and also pressing her up against the tree behind her. Gripping at her husband, the squirrel clawed at his lean form, while their lips broke so she could groan to the forest around them. He was being voracious again, and had begun to kiss and nibble at her neck. Quivering with desire, Matilda nearly lost strength in her legs, and came close to fall down on her knees. But with Quinn there to hold her up and to hold onto, she remained tall, nothing more than an object of his intense desires.

Her husband was eating her, and everyone could see it.

His kisses masked his movement, as his hands came around to start groping and holding upon her hips. Before she knew it, Matilda was being turned around, her chest now pressed up against the tree behind her. Placing her hands on its trunk, she raised her big, bushy tail so that no bit of her buttocks could be obstructed from his view.

It had a lovely shape to it, like that of a peach. A plumpness too... hnm... the way her waist widened out into this lovely hips, which themselves slid into thicc thighs... haaah... his wife's body was worth such intense and fervent idolatry.

Getting on his knees, Quinn began kissing upon Matilda's ass, drawing warbling moans from her lips. He'd never been so courageous as to praise her ass like this; it took her off guard. Every one of his fluttering kisses cold be felt on a finite level, and each time they made her moan. Continuing on, Quinn worked his way to her pussy, planting a soft kiss on that slick mound that made Matilda's legs buckle.

But she didn't fall...

SMACK!

“AH-HAAAH~~!?”

Though that made her eyes grow wide.

A spank? He spanked her? He's never spanked her before! She wasn't even sure if she liked being spanked! Well... until now that is. Feeling the fat of her ass quaking in his palm, Matilda groaned after her sudden cry. A few more times Quinn swatted his hand upon her backside, the smacks being weaker, but no less telling. He wanted to see her ass quake so nice and long and hard.

This butt. This glorious, bountiful butt. How many times has he shamelessly ogled her ass when his wife was running in the morning? She never noticed, and in his mind, it was wrong to do so... but damn could he not help himself. This butt covered in such thin, stretchy pants, shaking up and down perfectly so. Haaah... just thinking about it made him drool, and his cock throb.

Standing tall once again, Quinn placed both hands upon Matilda's hips. Her eyes grew wide, realizing what he was about to do. Without a word, the Doctor pushed up with his hips, pressing the head of his cock against her moist cunt. The squirrel shivered, but then felt wanting as he kept sliding his length against her mound. What was he doing? Taunting her!? Why hadn't he just done it yet? Why hadn't he pushed it inside? Matilda was desperate to get it inside of her!

And that desperation won out.

Reaching between her legs, the squirrel grabbed Quinn's length, angling it perfectly with her pussy. Fuck, it felt even bigger now than before! That monster was about to push inside of her! Matilda was no size queen, but the excitement she felt right now could not be put into words.

“Do it...” she whispered, before raising her voice even higher to shout out, “Fuck me!”

Quinn nodded.

And he pushed.

“Hnngggghh~! Big! Ggghhh! BBBIIIGGG!!!”

Matilda's folds parted around her husband's penis, pulling it deeper as her nectar streaked down the sides. Fuck, Quinn's cock was far larger than she remembered it being. It was like playing with a well-endowed toy! Not that she'd know what the feels like, heh heh!

But toys can't really compare to something real, can they? And the feeling she was experiencing of Quinn's length pushing inside her, made Matilda quiver and melt. Her husband's thick member was as hot as fire, and its size made her quiver. She felt a few slight achy pangs, but they did not last for long. Soon, that burning heat and that thick size, were enough to make the squirrel melt.

“Haaaaahhnnn~~~! Quiiiinnnn~!” she groaned, her eyes lolling back.

He kept pushing, delving that dick of his balls deep inside of her... and then stopping.

On all sides, his length was cradled by his wife's pussy. The moistness, the heat, the odor; it all flowed washed over Quinn. An airy sigh left his lips, followed by a needy nod. His cock was kissing up to her womb, drawing a crooning groan from Matilda's lips.

He'd never reached so deep inside of her before. In this moment where they just stopped, the squirrel reached down, patting her belly. Within, deep inside of her, Quinn's penis had delved deep. That thought alone made her shiver with delight, pant too. Then her bushy tail came over, wrapping around his shoulders and chest to snuggle him in close.

“Quinn...” Matilda whispered, his grip on her waist tightening, “Fuck me...”

He bit his bottom lip.

Pulled back with his hips.

And shot forward.

Thwap!

“Oh~! Ooooohh~! So good...! Haaaah!” Thwap! “Aaaahhnnn~!”

Pinned up to the tree in front of her, Matilda took thrust after thrust from her husband's cock. It was so burly and strong, constantly spearing her folds with its powerful strikes. Unfiltered and free, her moans constantly filled the air around them, shamelessly growing higher and higher with his every thrust. This was far different from the slow pace they had at night, draped in the shadows of their bedroom. This was heated, frenetic, sudden and strong, thrusting and thrusting and thrusting until all Matilda could see were stars!

“Ooohhooooooh~! Sooo gooooood~!!”

Quinn's dick was utterly relentless, lacking any sort of skill or precision outside of wild, primal lust. The way he pounded into his wife made her back arch and her voice quiver, while every slap of his hips against her ass sent a jiggle through it. Shit he was so strong, and before long, Matilda could feel that familiar quivering of an oncoming climax.

She wasn't that surprised...

“W-waiiiiit~! Nnngghhh ~~~! Quiiiinnn~~! I... I...” she looked over her shoulder and stared at his face, “I want to hold you...”

In the shimmering light of the Porsche and the moon up above, the squirrel finally got her dream of being seen in her most vulnerable state. This body she maintained for years, this one she was so desperate to flaunt, was finally being devoured by her husband who could see every inch of it. But this feeling was mutual. Getting fucked up against a tree like a dog is nice and all, but Matilda wanted to see Quinn too, wanted to feel him. She was pleased with her body, but she craved her husband's.

Almost too much...

When he pulled back, he had to fight to take his cock back. Matilda even flinched; just how tight was she? Didn't matter; Quinn was out of her, allowing her to stand up on her own fruition. She still took a few moments, needing to catch her breath after such a thorough pounding... and also she needed to prepare herself for the even more thorough pounding she was sure to endure.

So Matilda took a deep breath, and her tail released its hold on Quinn. Turning around, the squirrel placed her back up to the tree behind her, giving a bright and beaming smile as the Porsche's headlights illuminated her. Before her, the Doctor gave a more alluring and suave smile, while his brown eyes penetrated whatever shadows were on his face. This body of his was one she'd known for so long, but was now experiencing in a new light. When he drew near, she couldn't help but to say,

“You look so beautiful.”

Quinn's suave expression faded, shifting into something more... hapless.

“Isn't that my line?” he replied in a cheeky manner.

She stuck her tongue out at him, and for a moment, they felt like children again!

But then Quinn's hands fell down, grabbing Matilda by the undersides of her thighs, and lifting her up. Her husband was this strong? She'd never known that before! Being picked up and pinned against the tree behind her, she felt her heart starting to race. But she trusted Quinn, not only with the knowledge that he wouldn't let her drop, but also with the act of bringing them to higher levels of pleasure.

This time, he didn't taunt Matilda with his dick. This time, Quinn pressed the head of his length up against her folds, and--

THWAP!

“Aaaahhn~! Fuck!”

She looked so sexy...

Legs hooked upon his hips, her back to the tree, and her arms on his shoulders, Matilda felt his length thrust nice and hard into her slick pussy. That one thrust was strong enough to send a wave through her body, making her tits bounce, her hair fly, and her head pop up. Fuck, it felt so good! So strong! Every inch of her pussy was rubbed by his dick! And when he pulled back to slam it in deep again--

THWAP!

“AAHHNN~! FUCK!”

The head of his dick kissed her womb!

And it did so again.

And again!

And again!!!

With his strong grip on Matilda's ass, Quinn held his wife up as he launched his length in and out of her cunt with great speed and brutality. The sound of his body pounding against hers went at the same rhythm of her entire form jiggling, as well as the howling moans which came from her luscious lips.

This is what she wanted him to see all of this time! Not only her body, but the faces she made as she writhed with pleasure! The lidded eyes, the 'o' shaped mouth, the hanging tongue; all of it! This was his to indulge in, and every time he turned off the lights, it was like he was closing the book on the ecstasy he could be enjoying!

And in return, she could see all he had to give. His faces weren't as grand as hers – Quinn was always a more muted man – but the expressions were great all the same. The shear ferocity on display, with his sharp eyes, the clinched teeth, the tensed muscles; her husband looked less like a man, and more like a beast!

And that beast's cock was starting to twitch, and quiver, and soon enough erupt! Just one more thrust and--

THWAP!

“AAAHHAAAAHH~~~!”

Matilda clung close, holding upon her husband for dear life. Burying her head into his neck, her legs too gripped his hips, while her hands embraced him. He held back, pinning her to the tree, while his arms squeezed in. And for a few moments, they just sat there.

“Hnnn~~!?”

Until Matilda came.

She pulled her head from Quinn's neck, her eyes shut while her teeth bit into her bottom lip. It shuddered and coursed through her in waves, while her pussy twitched around his girthy member. Juices, slick and hot and clear, all stained and splattered his dick and balls, before dripping down to the ground below. But Quinn, he wasn't done yet. He--

“Ooh-hoooh~!?”

Pushed into Matilda one last time... and then let it all loose.

Hot, white, thick cum. All of it tanked into his wife's pussy, causing her back to arch. She could feel every inch of it; sperm coating his walls, and absolutely refusing to let loose. He couldn't bring himself to stop, nor did he want to stop. He wanted to experience every bit of this climax for as long and as hard as it could go.

The wave of euphoria that washed over Quinn could not be explained... but it sure didn't last long enough.

The two grew lax, panting to the silent forest around them while their bodies began to buckle. Slowly, Matilda unhooked her legs from her husband's waist, allowing him to let her stand on her own... though barely. She still clung to Quinn for support, for her legs were shaking and wobbling.

And then he pulled back with his hips...

Schlup!

“Aaahnn...”

Causing cum to ooze out of Matilda's spent pussy.

Looking down, she gazed upon her thigh, watching as his spunk oozed down it, mixing with her clear juices. Though she's never kept track of such a thing, that was undoubtedly the biggest load he'd ever given to her. It made Matilda giggle...

But then her blue eyes looked up to meet his brown ones.

“That's not all, is it?” she suddenly asked, her face somewhat bashful.

Quinn chuckled.

“Do you wanna get fucked on the car next?”

…

Did they sleep out here?

Trick question; they never went to sleep.

The morning sun steadily rose over the horizon, illuminating a sight that was both sordid yet romantic. Here in Greene Belle Forrest between trees and bushes, you might see a Porshe parked casually. Elegant and silver, it would be the apple of any car owner's eye.

But take a whiff of the air, and you'd smell more than just oil and pinewood. You'd also smell the musky odor of sex.

Lots and lots of sex.

Laying beside the Porsche, completely naked and with only his labcoat to cover them, was Quinn and Matilda Reed. They were both covered in sweat, with Matilda's hair even having been undone to fall free around her. She sat in her husband's lap, cradled in his arms, while the both of them stared at the horizon to watch the sun rise.

Last night was both primal yet magical; an evening neither of them would ever forget. So raunchy and intense, so romantic and loving, so erotic and thrilling: so many things, and all of them at once.

But it had to come to an end; they were only mortal, and no mortal can go on forever.

“That was amazing...” Matilda whispered as she cradled Quinn's hand close, “I can't feel my legs...”

“Do you... need me to call an ambulance?” her husband asked, a statement that – with his delivery – was hard to tell if he was joking or being serious. She assumed it was the latter, because her husband's comedy skills were practically nonexistent.

“No, Quinn... I'm fine,” she said, a warm smile appearing on her lips, “I'm just... elated is all. Hee-hee...”

“Well... if you're happy, then I'm happy,” he replied as he hugged her in close, drawing a giggle to her lips... though she quickly cut it short.

“Hmmm...”

“Mm? Is something wrong?” he asked.

“No but... you never told me... what you were doing at Eagleton Park,” Matilda said, realizing how carried away they got, “We just raced Diablo and... then we fucked hard and... that's that. Quinn... why do they call you the Doctor? Where'd you get this Porsche from? Wh... when did you start racing like that? Why did you start racing like that!”

Turning over, she faced her husband, causing him to tense up slightly... only to give a warm smile in response.

“Matilda... I know I need glasses, but I'm not blind,” he answered, “I've noticed how... bored you've been as of late. Even I feel it from time to time. We both work a lot, we rarely get days off together. And...” he blushed as he looked away, “I know that cuts into our nightly escapades more often than we'd like to admit to...” he stared back, “So during the Summer, I thought I'd try to be a bit... spontaneous, I think...”

“Spon... taneous...?” she muttered, “And... illegal racing is 'spontaneous' to you?”

To her surprise and amusement, Quinn nodded.

“Yes. I thought... I could be a bit more adventurous!” he said, making her chuckle, “So... I did something reckless, and bought the cheapest, fastest Porsche I could fine. I was going to surprise you with it, but I thought I'd give it a test drive. When I heard about all the races going on at Eagleton Park at night, I decided to check it out. I did and... well... I got into a race and... I learned something. I was really good at racing.”

“But you've never raced in your life,” she said, “And I don't think debate class counts...”

“I know!” he said in a rather excited manner, “I shocked myself too! I won a race without even meaning to. I guess I have that as a secret skill! But uh...” he shook his head, “When I told you the next day... you laughed. You thought I was joking, or that I wasn't serious and...” he looked away, “I just accepted it, and never brought it up again.”

“I...”

Matilda gave him a concerned look as she tried to remember such a day. She had no doubts that it happened however. Hell, even now it was hard to imagine her straight-laced husband as being a midnight racer! Had she not experienced it first hand, she still would have laughed!

“But something happened,” Quinn continued on, “I got addicted to the racing. After driving over Bellton Bridge going 100 miles per hour, I knew I couldn't give this feeling up. I just couldn't bring myself to do it. So starting on Saturdays, not all Saturdays, but every other Saturday, I began racing at night. That's when the people started calling me the Doctor. It's because I always wear my lab coat.”

Talk about a whirlwind. All of this information struck Matilda like a punch, and left her struggling to maintain it all. So her husband not only was good at racing, but he loved to race too. But he only started racing to bring some fire to their dull lives... only to have her accidentally cut it short by laughing in his face about it. If she had known that he was being serious that summer day, what would have done? Asked him to stop? Asked to go along with him?

In the end, it didn't really matter; Quinn was a racer, and he loved doing it no less. If anything, this realization made Matilda chuckle... and then laugh.

Most men would try to introduce new kinks into the bedroom to liven up a boring life, or perhaps just take their spouse on a grand vacation. But Quinn? No, not Quinn. Only he could be so awkward as to think 'spontaneity' equals 'illegal street racing'.

But that's okay... because that's what she loves about him.

“Oh Quinn... I'm sorry about laughing at you when you told me you were racing,” Matilda said as she hugged him, “I shouldn't have done that. But I'm happy you did. This was one of the most fun nights I've had in a long, long time.”

Leaning in, the squirrel pressed her lips up to his in a soft kiss, one her husband was quick to return. Hugging one another close, they drew out the kiss for as long as it could go, before the need to breathe finally took over.

Matilda pulled back, still smiling at her husband, who smiled back as he stared into her blue eyes. And in that moment, it was like they were in that library as teenagers again, for the same thought traveled through their heads.

They have such beautiful eyes...

The Reed family were normal, see? Mild-mannered, mundane, and perhaps every other synonym for 'ordinary' that you could think of! A husband and wife, they work on weekdays, take off on weekends, and are respected by the community they live in.

But Saturdays, they become different people. On Saturdays, their home is as silent as a ghost. On Saturdays, they can be found not at work, or at the park, or at home, or anywhere! On Saturdays, they can only be found on those moonlit roads, driving as fast and as far as they damn well please.

But that would be for the future. For the now...

“So I've told you why I was at Eagleton... what were you doing at Eagleton? And how do you know Diablo's name?” Quinn asked.

“Oh! Heh heh... umm...”