<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Miami PD</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Talking with Susan</strong></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">'Please sit'?  What was that?  Someone in the habit of telling people what to do, it seemed.  And openly not believing her?  That wasn't exactly what she was expecting either!  </span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">"Nothing," she reafffirmed, giving Susan a slightly direct look.  </span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Emily sat, anyway, digesting the feel of Susan's hand along with the rest of it.  Confident, but a bit tense.  Caring.  Accustomed to a lot of touching?   First impressions were so interesting, especially when they were a bit mixed.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">"South Island," she answered, "Christchurch."  Should she pursue it?  Mmmm, something made her try something more like a riposte: "so what are the things you have to worry about?"  She said it with smile, a twinkle in her eye.  </span>