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Susan's apartment is very small - three rooms if you count them generously, though the open plan arrangement makes the little kitchenette visable from the living room/bed room, separated only by the counter and a tiny table with two chairs. She does have somewhere comfortable to sit other than her bed, however - a chaise lounge, reminiscent of ( Read more... )

Susan's apartment is very small - three rooms if you count them generously, though the open plan arrangement makes the little kitchenette visable from the living room/bed room, separated only by the counter and a tiny table with two chairs. She does have somewhere comfortable to sit other than her bed, however - a chaise lounge, reminiscent of ( Read more... )

"Inara." Susan murmurs ( Read more... )

The longest twenty-four hours of her life. James said the 'tickler' would be back the next day, but she knows she got very little work done Thursday afternoon, and she doesn't expect to accomplish a great deal more on Friday - at least, until she gets that phone call.

An STD test. Four weeks ago she hardly knew what a sexually transmitted disease ( Read more... )

It had actually been a fairly quiet day for Anita. With her classes cancelled for the week she'd found herself with too much time for just thinking... and it wasn't a day that she was thinking of repeating. She'd gone for a long jog, and had spent a few hours at Contender's sparring with a small asian man who spoke no english, and had made her ( Read more... )

Friday night after work in what has been a very, very, very long week, and Susan's making the place ready for her guest. She doesn't cook - technically she can, but she doesn't enjoy it, and she sees no reason to in a world where people will bring beautifully cooked food right to your door. Half of the cuisine options available to her are utterly ( Read more... )

Early Sunday morning, and Susan is preparing herself for a day of sailing - and hopefully more - with Lex Luthor, possible the most eligible bachelor in the country, and certainly the most eligible bachelor in the city ( Read more... )

( How I'm playing Susan - a psychological analysis )

Susan sits behind Loz, arms wrapped around his waist, chest pressed firmly against his back, cheek laid on his shoulder. Her hair streams out behind her, whipping in the wind, and she can feel the vibrations of the motor through her thighs. Like horseback riding, in a way, but she's got far less control because Loz is guiding the motorcycle. It's ( Read more... )