SRU Identity Crisis
SRU: Identity Crisis By Bashful The little brass bell tinkled over the door as it was opened and closed. The young woman was prettier than most, long, dark brown hair and just enough makeup to make an attractive face beautiful. She was well dressed in a tan cashmere sweater and matching wool skirt that covered her knees and dark brown boots that extended above the hem of her skirt. She was carrying a winter coat. It was no more than 15 degrees outside but the mall was warm,...