<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150421.msg8151024#msg8151024">Quote from: Healergirl on 01-05-2013, 15:19:41</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>Masked</strong><br/><br/>"Groping."  Said very flatly, but despite a very jaundiied eye given to said mask as she dressed and settled her carryall on her shoulders - and poitedly retrieved her .380,  She didn't resist when the damn thing was pulled over her head.<br/><br/>Eerie.  She was quite sure she didn't like it one damn bit.  to say the least.... but she gripped the younger woman's hand a bit hard, and obediently followed.<br/><br/>Groping, oh yes.  She was at a simmering boil - mitigated by some amusement.  Mara was well known, and she got several compliments on her new toy.  Susan, well, did feel a bit puffed by that, yes she did.  Susan was quite sure Mara hadn't chosen the most direct route out of the club... she let it slide.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>After all the groping, Susan was out. Out into the night in Miami, near the docks. The sounds of happy laughter, angry screaming and something that sounded almost like a full-auto burst could be heard in the dark. Luckily the full-auto was far, far away.<br/>Not so luckily, the angry screaming wasn't. But still, there was nobody in sight, and it was a small street. And - a miracle! - a cab slowed down and the driver, who seemed Puerto Rican, looked out at her with something that seemed almost comprehension.<br/>It was no problem attracting his attention - lacking a client was probably why he had slowed down in the first place. The question was, to where?<br/>And what did she have to do the next day?