From its cozy and comfy nest, the Peregrine Falcon spied the slumbering floppy-eared bunny under a thick spruce tree.  Was it serious? the bird of prey wondered.<i>That </i>was its chosen hiding place?!  I can see it from here, she thought, amused but also somewhat disappointed at such an easy kill.  So cavalier about self-preservation, she tut-tutted.<br/><br/>The bunny moved.  Ah, here we go, mused the falcon.  Perhaps it’ll run, giving me at least some exercise.  No such luck.  The bunny just shifted its snoozing position.  But the bunny moved again, though this time it appeared to have woken from its nap.  It began to scamper toward the nearby brush.  Don’t think so, Mr. Breakfast, she thought, as she swooped from her nest to claim her prize.  And in a flash, the Peregrine Falcon was on top of that doomed floppy-eared bunny like gravy on mashed potatoes.<br/><br/>“Don’t tell me I wore you out that much from last night, Eli,” purred Mary Beth, as she positioned her naked body on top of his.  She slowly grinded against him, already aware of the reaction she was hoping for, Elijah’s body betraying him.  Gazing at the tattoos she could see on his chest, shoulders, and arms, she wished to hear every story behind every single one.  There were more on his back, after all, and other places, too.<br/><br/>Elijah kissed her three times on the lips, but withheld any tongue action.  He softly moaned, as Operation Insertion was now complete, compliments of her deft right hand.  “So you<i>did</i>take advantage of me last night,” he protested rather lamely.  He smiled as he did so.<br/><br/>Mary Beth giggled.  “Oh, trust me, sailor, you were not complaining one bit,” she said, while contact with his tongue had been achieved.  She set a slow, steady pace.  He wondered how long that would last, before she decided to hit Warp Factor 10.  Which was totally fair, since he’d enjoyed glorious views of her jiggly bottom from the previous night.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;&lt; &lt; &lt; &lt; &lt; &lt;​</div><br/>Approaching a seated Mary Beth while holding a pair of steaming double lattes, Erin was beside herself to receive the lowdown about last night.  The friends had agreed to meet for a Saturday late-morning coffee at<i>Pegasus Coffee</i>, potentially followed by lunch.  Caffeine and food, however, were not front and center in Erin’s mind.  She was now sitting, directly across of her target of interest.<br/><br/>“Spill,” she sorta commanded.<br/><br/>A dreamy sigh and a sip from her hot beverage, Mary Beth replied naughtily, “You’ll have to ask Eli.  He did all the spilling.”  A snort and almost dropping her cup, Erin looked at her wide-eyed.<br/><br/>“You lie,” Erin accused.<br/><br/>Mary Beth winked, clearly enjoying the moment.  “Not at all,” she stated.  Working it like a true puppet master, she sighed again, recalling the recent memories while also goading Erin even further.  “Eli took me from behind last night.  And I rode him like a bucking bronco this morning.”<br/><br/>“Twice?!” Erin spat, obviously incensed at her friend’s good fortune.<br/><br/>“That’s excellent math, Erin,” Mary Beth snarkily responded.<br/><br/>“Smart-ass bitch,” Erin said laughing.  “So now what?”<br/><br/>“Well, we were fortunate that he could get a sitter to keep Rosalie for a sleepover,” she said.  “Seems there’s some kinda network at his condo where a lotta parents, single and otherwise, know each other and are willing to babysit.”<br/><br/>“I meant, now what between you two,” she corrected.<br/><br/>After a healthy swig from her not-so-hot-anymore latte, she answered, “I found out he likes listening to live music.  So I told him about this cool place I’ve heard good things about called<i>The Fallen Angel.</i>”  Erin seemed to sit on her every word, remaining silent for once.  “Good thing I had a print out of upcoming events there.  Eli’s a huge fan of Toni Childs, apparently, and she’ll be performing there on Friday night.  I already got tickets.”  Her smile was borderline smug.<br/><br/>“Okay, so I guess I know where I’m gonna be on Friday night,” Erin said.<br/><br/>“Um, it’s already sold out,” Mary Beth informed her.<br/><br/>Erin eyed her, barely blinking and saying nothing.