<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>In a coffeeshop a block or so away from the Warehouse<br/>Trying to relax with Damian and Cherry</strong><br/><br/>A moment's hesitation, a flicker of her eyes to Damian, but Susan took Cher- Linda's hand.<em> Long fingers for such a small woman.</em>And that soft touch of breath at her ear while they still held hands, the memory of Cherry and Flash body to body in the pit,  Raw, feral, primal.<br/><br/>Susan had a vision, a sense of being pinned to something far softer than a pit floor, looking up at a woman who was tenting long black hair over their faces as she bent down to perhaps force a kiss that didn't need to be forced at all.<br/><br/><em>Down, Girl.</em><br/><br/>"Da Mo."  She grinned at Damian, the tension, her tension anyway, broken, but not gone.  Just stored away for later.  "Oh, don't look at me like that, I won't say it again."<br/><br/>More flashing lights, a lot more brought her Back to alertness.  "We'll be all right, Linda.  You and Damian are clear.  The cops will want to talk to me, but that's OK.'  She thought a moment.  "I'm Susan.  But I never told you that, don't know you.  If anybody asks you, you got my name from Damian."<br/><br/>And speaking of Damian, she and Linda were still barely holding hands, their fingertips were overlapping.  He was getting that dour look in his eyes again.  Susan pulled her hand back and hefted her coffee with it.  "We should go now, I think.  The cops will find my car at the warehouse, run the plates.  We go before I get made, give you two time to get lost.  Damian, find me when you think things have cooled enough to do so."  And that would give Susan a bit more time to think about Linda.<em>  Polite flirting with the woman who saved her?  Maybe.  Yanking a dykes chain?  No, she isn't the type.  She's involved with Nix, that isn't over and I do not at all want to be mixed up in a triangle. </em>But the memory of holding her in the ring, thinking about what it would be like to hold her without any clothing in the way?  Thoughts like that could cloud one's judgement, they really could.<br/><br/>She rose from her seat, scooping up and shoulderiing her carryall, slung across her back to block sight of the small pistol against the curve of her lower back.  "Let's go.  Linda on Damian's right, me on his left.  Everybody's gun hand blocked or busy, why we won't look like we're dodging trouble at all."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>Edited due to assistance from a demented dachshund.</div></div>