In actuality the Electric Raven resembled a tavern more than a cafe. It was set off the main street, a short way down a darkened alley. Steps led down...to a dimly lit door. Inside was somewhat better lit but there were a host of darkened corners and nooks to sit unobserved. Various small tables were placed haphazardly with no particular order to them. Old couches were placed here and there along with the occasional loveseat. Various quotes and artistic images covered the walls. In a corner was a. He nodded to Abby. "Your turn."Smiling at his healthy appetite, Abby moved after Jet to pick out her food. With so many delicious choices, she decided to just grab a little of almost everything. She only wished she'd remembered to grab her Caf-Pow on the way up. Setting down her plate next to his, she pulled her chair a little closer to Jet as she sat down, hoping it didn't look too obvious.He rested his hand on the back of her chair, fingers tracing over her shoulder blade as he ate. He barely. “No. Not right now. I don’t know yet. There are so many possibilities…”My grin turned Cheshire and stayed firmly in place as I fell asleep.Later on, reliving that night, I wondered if it filled her thoughts, too, as she was writing next door. If her writing fueled her sexual curiosity and playfulness, did the sex we were having fuel her writing? The thought made me smile, nod and want to pump my arm up in down in a ‘Hell, yeah, I am the man!’ What a perfect self-feeding cycle we had going on. Wonder Woman had all 3 men tied up with her magic lasso, and whoever is under the wrapping in her lasso would automatically be the slave of whoever holds the lasso, everyone still remembered that. The men were tied outside, near some pig pens. Wonder Woman went inside their house to see if she could find out who they were. She stepped inside the door to see if the house could give her clue as to what crimes they may have committed, like stolen property that may look familiar.The house resembled.