“Give me one of what she has.”  The bartender, whose nametag read Chase, came back with the almost glowing blue drink. 

            “What is it?”  Lara asked.

            Chase, with an impishly mischievous smile, said, “You’d rather not know, Ma’am.” 

            Lara turned back to watch the floor, seeing Susan’s hand now on the flat exquisite stomach of Doyle, a promise of pain and pleasure, sometimes one and the same.  The back of her fingers rubbing the stomach, and Lara could see the goosebumps rising on the back of Doyle’s arms.  Susan had her.  And Doyle wanted to be had.

            “Could she be any sexier?”  Alice asked softly. Lara looked over, not knowing if she was talking about Doyle or about Susan.

            “She’s cute.”  Lara said, tossing her red hair back from her face and watching them.  So at ease, and look how gently she held her.  God damn it, stop looking at them if it’s going to drive you crazy!  Lara’s mind blared at her.

            Susan had been gentle before, many times.  Also ruthless, underhanded and….  Lara reached over and rubbed the inside of her arms, feeling the small-healed track marks that would forever be a reminder of her wayward time with Susan Birch.

            And the argument in her head began all over again.  It certainly didn’t matter that she’d been gentle, or seemed sooooo much more human now.  Susan was a parasite, a psychic vampire.  She was all those things, yet….  Alice interrupted her train of thought.