<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>In a Bar's booth<br/>Starting to relax... and starting to key up, but in a difffernt way.</strong><br/><br/>"I know exactly what you're talking about.  Don't ask, don't tell."  Susan rolled her eyes, and rested the elbow closest to mara on the table, flattening her hand, spreading her fingers on the surface.<br/><br/>The stage show, her eyes narrowed, her head tilted briefly, then she snorted.  "Cats, single tails, spaghetti floggers.  The Cat's are usually for show.  most places. But here, you said this was very exclusive?  Hm."  She grinned at the youing woman.  "Hey, I meant it when I said I didn't know what I was getting into when I came in here.  But I've been to places like this before."<br/><br/>the street doctor snorted again, shook her head.  "Amateurs.  Some people just get excited, lose control.  When a sub gets hurt worse than expected, or somebody panics?  I get a call.  Fewer embarrassing questions when I patch somebody up, listen while they wail about some Dominant losing it."  She grinned,  "Or a sub pushing for more than was safe." Then snickered.  "Insurance companies get so picky about details if somebody puts in a claim for ropeburn or lacerations in a line across the back, belly or boobs."<br/><br/>An appraising look at Mara, and on impluse, the words just coming out.  "You're not the type to lose control."