<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>In a Fetish Bar<br/>Impresssd on several levels</strong><br/><br/>"I've got a few years on you.  Lay off the Crunchy Cheetos a bit - or whatever your diet vice is and you'll do even better."  Susan took her hand without hesitation, shook tn firmly, but didn't try for a power grip.<br/><br/>The street doctor glanced at the door.  "I'm not a member, actually.  I got waved in by the bouncers.  That bottom over there,"  Susan tilted her head at Victor, "said this was a member's-only club.  I was starting to wonder wonder why was I let in."  Her gaze returned to Mara.  "And now I know.  They thought I was you, I bet.  Bad light, lots of faces to remember."  Her head tilted in thought for a moment.  "I've been in here long enough to order and eat.  So... another way out the guards up front can't or don't monitor.   They thought I left and was coming back."  Susan grinned with little real humor.  "Bad security coordination.on their part."  A brief study of the younger version.<em>God this is weird.</em><br/><br/>"So... join me at this bar, or a booth, or table?"<br/><br/>And belatedly realized she was still holding Mara's hand.<br/><br/>edited for spelling.