<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>In a bar's booth<br/>Wipeout!</strong><br/><br/>Mara was a rough lover, very insistent, demanding even when she gave.  Susan gave back, muscles trembling, then locking tight as her head lifted in a wild eyed-stare as she met Mara's Mara's smug eyes, nails scrabbling on the table edge as she braced and pushed her hips  against - whiteout.<br/><br/>Some time later, she mumbled half coherently, "what is it with me and take-charge women lately, anyway?"<br/><br/>She was pretty sure she had made some noise, the Domme had a very self-satisfied air about her.<br/><br/>