At least, you know the bar she is frequenting quite often. It is one of the bars you dislike personal; the cool interieur made from polished steel and plastic, looking more like a hospital or butchers shop then a bar, unnerving music from the background, and bored and arrogant folks hanging around. Nobody knows you here, and nobody will recognize you. Just to be sure, you put on a coat and a hat that you never wore before, and even some fake glasses. You wonder if Sammy would recognize you. You have heard that she was looking for a male subbie around here, but if she would pick you, she would make a big mistake. You sit back in a corner and wait. At least she arrives; you recorgnize her sharp, but attractive features and her steelrimmed glasses at once. Her hair is bound behind in a ponytail and she wears a black leather jacket, probably designer made, and tight red leather trousers. |