<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>In a Bar's Booth<br/>Contemplating an offer</strong><br/><br/>Susan ran her fingertips over the collar, thinking, a faraway look in her eyes.  "Tempting."  She bent closer to examine the collar - and kissed it.  "Very tempting.  Not having to think or plan pr worry for a few more hours?  But I have to go, I have to find out about some things before they bite me in the ass."  She grinned, and gave Mara a kiss on the cheek.  "And not in the good way."  Susan fished a blank card out of her carryall, and wrote a number on it - bur not her name.  "My cell.  Call me when you want me.  I will answer, and come to you as quickly as I can.  This was certainly more fun than any therapy I've had.  And a lot more fun."