He was reluctant to let her go, but he had learned by now that Harley was quite stubborn when she didn't get her way, so he let her have it--most of the time.<br/><br/>The pie was a nice surprise; it was a chocolate meringue, with a delectably sweet chocolate pudding for the filling and a light, sugary foam on top of the crust.  It looked simply delicious, and while it was an odd thing to have for breakfast he certainly wasn't going to complain.<br/><br/>He twisted around in his chair, trying to see if she had put aside any plates.  It seemed strange to eat it right out of the pie tin.  In the corner of his eye, he spied her as she removed the towel and pressed her breasts against the fridge.  He lifted an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued.