There was a younger couple, resplendent in leathers and piercings, having a heated discussion about local current affairs. A tall and not unattractive...blonde sat alone, sipping on a glass of wine and watching the rain paint impressions on the window. Altogether too many good stories to knit Olivia didn't know where to start."Ready, Miss Howard?" John asked, scooping up her bag."Please," she said, following the innkeeper up a narrow flight of stairs to an equally narrow hallway."The Lion's Mouth. I looked up at his face. ‘I’m so happy you showed up. I have never wanted someone as much as I do right now.’ ‘Sash…’ He silenced me with a finger to my lips. He led me over a padded lounge chair. He sat beside me, reaching over to stroke my hair and my face. I slid his tie through the loop, and let it fall to the floor. I threw my legs over his lap and started to undo the buttons on his shirt. One by one they opened, revealing his muscular chest. He took his arms out of the sleeves, finally. First thing first and that’s the toilet. As I get up and walk into the attached room which is my bathroom. Always thought it was a good thing when my parents built this house that most of the bedrooms have there own bathroom. Ah now that that’s done. Time to grab breakfast.I slip on my pink cat slippers and open my bedroom door and head down the hall to the back stairs to head down to the kitchen. This was a convenient touch to the house as it allows us to get downstairs to the kitchen without. In some cases the arguments were violent. In a few they were deadly.In Libby a man shot his wife to death when she refused to change her mind on how she was going to vote.In Procter two street gang members shot another when he told them that he was going to vote no and they disagreed with his choice.On Triad there was another violent voting argument between gang members. Shots were fired in the heat of the disagreement and two were killed.There were other episodes of violence during the period.