Tara pounded down the streets, not caring what it looked like to the startled townspeople to see a pretty young noble woman racing without a care in the world.  The thief knew his home well and if it hadn’t been for Tara’s superior athleticism, honed over many years, she wouldn’t have had a chance at keeping up with the sly criminal.<br/><br/>Every time she seemed to draw close he would slip around some obstacle that would stagger her and widen the gap between them again.  Yet, despite this, Tara felt her amusement growing more and more as the chase stretched out.  It was the best bit of sport she’d had since leaving home so many weeks ago, maybe even before that.<br/><br/>She’d never been on an<i>actual manhunt</i>before and it held a special thrill that was completely different from the type she got hunting wild animals.  Woops of delight escaped her every time she drew close and again when her prey pulled away.  She almost hoped he’d managed to outpace her and escape.<i>Almost.</i><br/><br/>She scrambled up the wall after him, clutching at his ankle and missing by millimetres before he slipped over the top.  As she pulled herself up to perch atop the wall, the thief had already hit the ground and was stumbling back to his feet and ready to race off again.<br/><br/>Smiling a predatory grin, Tara dived headfirst off the wall like a cat pouncing on a mouse.  She crashed into the thief in a tumble of arms and legs, knocking the wind out of both of them.  The world was still spinning as she shifted, pinning him beneath her as she straddled his torso.<br/><br/>She sat up, as poised as if she was at a formal banquet or proudly riding Baxter through the streets on parade and not atop some criminal in a dirty alley with sweat dripping off her as she panted for breath.  She brushed a few strands of hair back behind her ears and wiped a smear of blood from a small cut on her lip that she’d received in that last tumble, generally tidying herself.<br/><br/>She noticed her new friend seemed to be recovering himself and she bounced a little atop him, driving her shapely rump into him with enough force to knock the wind out of him again.  Her blouse had been dirtied in the fall and seemed to have lost a few buttons, hanging open enough for a view of her firm, pale breasts and white lace bra.<br/><br/>She frowned, there would be no way of hiding this from Basil now, and then shrugged; so she may as well enjoy it while she could!<br/><br/>She finally turned her attention to the thief beneath her, reaching forward to tug down the mask.<br/><br/>“Hello friend, that was very naughty of you, you know?”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>