<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Ravi;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Name</strong>: The March Hare<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Side Street<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: <em>Dormouse, Anybody else who feels like eavesdropping in the vicinity.</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">The Hare paused and tilted his head.  He squeezed the firm mounds in his hands and watched Mouse's face.  He tilted his head the other way and did it again.  She couldn't be dead yet.  He certainly hadn't touched her that way.  Or... surely the wee thing hadn't died of fright?  Hare scowled.  He'd thought about that and it had always seemed like it would be more.. well... just more than this.  He chewed his lower lip and considered.  He could feel her breasts move in his hands.  Dead folk did not breathe.  No... no they did not.  She was fainted then.  That he'd seen before.  Never with the eyes open like that though.<br/><br/>"Shouldn't leave the windows open if you're not home Mouse.  It's rude and it gives people notions."<br/><br/>He sat back and reached up to stroke his chin.  There wasn't a response.  Well, what to do with her now?  He supposed he might very well see to his appetites, though it seemed less fun if she wasn't going to do anything.  He rolled off of her and reached, touching her thigh and watching.<br/><br/>Still nothing.<br/><br/>He eased his hand higher and felt her.  She was warmer than a dead one, well a dead one that wasn't fresh dead at least.  But sleeping or dead they were just floppy.  He paused then as his fingers encountered something peculiar.<br/><br/>Oh well then, now that was really unkind of her.<br/><br/>Hare withdrew his hand angrily and frowned with his arms crossed.<br/><br/>"It is very rude to have something worth taking and not be considerate enough to take notice of it's being taken you know.  I do not have the time to just wait for you come back to your senses and notice it's gone.  And if no one is here then it's a moment completely wasted.  You know mouse, you are not a good little girl AT ALL.  I don't want it and I wouldn't take it if you offered.  Besides, you're Kitty's Mouse so really it's hers to take anyway and I'll thank you to see her about it and not bother me with it any further.  Humph.  Good day to you."<br/><br/>With that, he turned his back and stalked away, stony and impervious to her lack of pleas for him to stay and take her maidenhead.  <br/></span>