<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>At the Illegal Pitfight<br/>Being brought to heal by an older, calmer man with better sense than she has</strong><br/><br/>Susan sagged in Damian's grip.  He was right, of course.  All of them were, only the referee - to use the term very loosely - could stop a fight like this.  It was part of the "charm" of the event.  "If she hears him.  If her mind gets the message."  She was watching the grunting, twisting, grappling pair in the pit, a violent bloody parody of what she would happily have done with either of them.  Or both of them.  The thought didn't lighten her mood.<br/><br/>She dropped into her seat, searched for that lovely bodyguard, saw her, the look on her face, the lust that was almost but not quite bloodlust.  Typical for a spectator to a catfight.  A look she had worn herself a few moments ago.  Her eyes cut back to Cherry who had a light of triumph in her eyes.  Flash wasn't quite panicking, but she was getting ready to pull something wild.  Susan had been wrong before, but she didn't think the fight would last much longer.<em> Don't kill her, Cherry.  You have no idea what that will do to you.</em>