Cop. Iknow how to play that. Deal with the wall, buddy. It's not me here.Just a cop.I needed the distance; I'd meet more of the working girls, hear mo...e,if I'd play this a different way. But that way, those ways -- pants orskirt, hunter or hunted, to put it plain -- came with too much trouble.I'd get more talk, find more traces, maybe. But I'd get the come-ons,too. The little looks.This market seems to like the spice you get from mutual disregard; aseasoning of contempt not quite expressed, not. I’m sorry about that. You take care of yourself, you hear?”“I’ll try to.”“Good. I’ll leave the two of you alone for a while and come back later.”“No. It’s okay. You stay. I’m ... I’m done here.” I nodded, to myself as much as anything else. “I’m done here.”Following breakfast at Millie’s, Vicky insisted I visit her new house, which I hadn’t seen yet since she’d only moved in a couple of weeks ago. There had been some problem with the property chain that Vicky was very vague about. I decided to. "Why don't you go out with any girls, then?" I have been out a few times. But, well... it's just that..." I was choking up the way I always did when a cute girl had me on a spot - or even talked to me at all. I looked out my side window trying to work up the courage to admit I'm so damned shy. It was stupid, I know, but I just was too shy to admit I was too shy. I wanted to be thought of as 'cool', or at least normal. I couldn't help it when the tears began to well up in my eyes.Terry put her. Oh, well, I'll just do things as they arrive and ask for their choices, but I'll get the ingredients ready for Trevor's fried breakfast."As she spoke, Dinah arrived, only half-dressed, but with her hair tidied. "Hi. I could do with some breakfast, if that is all right with you, Mary?"Mary smiled at the youngster. "Of course, my girl ... or rather, young woman; you have yourself a man, now, don't you?"She blushed engagingly. "I think so, Mary. Trevor is wonderful! He suits me fine, so if he is.