<div align="center"><strong>The Navigator Bar Owner</strong><br/><br/>(http://i66.tinypic.com/2aajc01.jpg)<br/><br/><em>Entry/Introduction Post</em>.....</div><br/><br/><br/>She moved with calculated steps. Her hind paws never seemed to make a sound as she crossed her bar. She smiled to most of the regulars. The soft, current of wave in her hips helped to tease the lingering eye, upon her favorite red dress-shirt she wore.<br/>Sometimes the dress-shirt would hold a thin belt along her waistline. Anything underneath? No one knew except those she took as her lovers. Dark pools of golden flecks of green-amber, eyes scanned the area. She felt a hunger in her belly. It wasn't food she wanted tonight.<br/>