<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>Cat, 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 squatted and smiled.  Putting things one didn't want bitten and chewed and gone in Cat's mouth was a risky idea.  Even when he was collecting payment in the currency of flesh he didn't use her mouth.  Because the Kitty's teeth were sharp and quick and he might trust her to be a good girl but he didn't trust to be that good.  But trust her with a fingertip or two he could and did.  She liked her candy too much to be so bad as that.  Or perhaps it was simply that it felt good to have her lips and tongue about his fingers.  Felt good enough to make another part of him perk up in jealousy.  <br/><br/>And speaking of jealously, he frowned at Dori's soft plea and shook his head.  "Tsk tsk Now that's not a friendly mouse at all."<br/><br/>He wet his own lips then and lifted his hand, empty now that Kitty had her candy and lonely with the other getting such a kissing and licking and loving from her.  So he reached forward to fill it with a handful of Cat's breast.  It fit rather neatly and felt quite nice and soft as he squeezed it gently.  One could always pet the pretty kitty as long one was gentle.  Everyone knew that.<br/><br/>"Do you hear that Kitten... Your Mouse wants me to go and take my candy with me...  But she's your mouse so it's up to you now isn't it?  Make her say sorry to Daddy all nice like and maybe he'll have another candy for you..."<br/></span>