<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>On a boat<br/>Moving very carefully</strong><br/><br/>"What do you want me to do?"  She was moving very carefully, moving her hands from behind her head, shuffling backwards, keeping her hands in sight.  "I have a .380 in that green messenger bag, just so you know."  Oh dear God, there was very little she wouldn't do for this, this, dear lord it was hard for her to think.  Being so close to death at the hand of jaguar Woman, and it was definitely her from the night of the fight, all that coiled menace and uncoiled animal sexuality aimed right at her and if her shorts were not already dripping wet from the canal, she knew she'd have a wet spot on her crotch, just new it.  And she blushed, tried to get her expression under control because the open mouthed wide eyed gaze said more clearly than mere words, Take Me Now And Take Me hard.