<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>Miami PD Parking Lot<br/>Talking with Emily</strong><br/><br/>"I can't remember the last time I really just relaxed.  Sailing?   I, I 'd love to.  Swimming, sure.  Please do call me."  Susan screwed her eyes tightly shut for a moment. Opened them as she pocketed her phone and opened the car door, stepping out, then pausing to look back.  And just maybe blowing a kiss.  it was hard to tell.  "Later, Emily.  I'm looking forward to it."<br/><br/>Then closing the door and stalking off to her Focus.  Yes, stalking.  She was glaring at her message, mind whirling.  Muttering "Five months.  I haven't gotten laid in five months".  She had woken up screaming and scared the absolute hell out of the girl she picked up in that bar.  Well, she hadn't had nightmares in two months, hadn't had night terrors in three.   And now things were looking up socially?  But the cops had her on their scopes.  And God knows what John's buddies would think of everything.  Or anybody else with an interest in what had happened last night.<br/><br/>She texted to Cherry "I am now, all seems clear, heading for car, where are you?"  Linda was well, hell.  Just what her body needed, and that was no lie.  But more than that?  Assuming Cher-, Linda wanted more than that.  Susan remembered what she had been like at that age.  This might well just be, who knows what it might be.  Susan tossed her bag into her car, started her up and left the lot, heading for Cherry.