From: SAAVIK              
To: ALL                 
Subject: Tampa          
Date & Time: 04/02/91 21:50:02
Message Number 14569

As I pass through the plush red curtains into the foyer, I smile. 
"Good Morning, Shandra..., Robert." They nod and return my greeting. 
Turning toward the main bar, my stomach growls in protest from missing
breakfast. 
The bar is already starting to fill, I notice, as I walk in and head 
toward the nearest counter. Korelyan is behind the bar and sends me a 
wind. Winking back, I turn to Jesit, the bar tender. "Breakfast, 
please." I smile. 
In a moment, he sets "the usual" down in front of me; three duck eggs in
a glass of milk. "Here ya go, Madam Tampa." He says. 
Uhg! I hate that title. True, I am the manager of the brothel but it 
sounds so..... I dunno..... formal. I play a very low key manager and 
I, myself, no longer take clients.... Not since Korelyan. 
Without fanfare, I down the thick goop. Whiping my chin, I set the empty
glass down and swivel on my stool to gaze at the patrons. 
More of the same, I note..... more in the endless chain of sailors, both
human, morph, and furry. 
One morph catches my eye. He is a wolf morph in a crumpled white uniform
sitting next to another morph who seems to have something missing. 
I try not to stare......., well, by the Gods, it's his tail!!! Er, he 
has no tail, although evidence points that it was a recent loss. I shift
my gaze back to the wolf morph. He's handsome enough but there is some-
thing rather scittish about him. He appears to be watching the door.
I pull my gaze away as my Tutes file into the bar to mingle. 
I notice, somewhat wryly, that Ginger, the rabbit like morph, wanders 
straight over to the wolf morph. I find that completely ironic and 
with a discerning chuckle, I find myself hoping that he is not a 
cannibal.