<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>In a bar's booth<br/>Wipeout!</strong><br/>Mara seemed to shrug ever so lightly.<br/>"Don't know the other take-charge women out there. But if you want me to venture a guess... you're an obvious sub, Susan. Always ready to take orders, neat, tidy, ordered. I wouldn't be surprised if you could repeat the instructions I gave you, in the exact order I uttered them!"<br/>She grinned as a predator.<br/>"Don't bother, though." The woman climbed over her body, and straddled her head. "My order shall be one even church guys should approve... what is pleasant to you, do to me as well!"