" No more than it means in Huntington or Emerald Cove," Bryant said. "The political crap is just on a larger scale."Garvin nodded her agreement. Even ...n a small city like Huntington, with a population of about fifty thousand, the politicians were a pain in the ass."So you got fed up and made a break for it?" she asked.Bryant sighed."I shot a man a few months back," he admitted. "He had murdered his wife and kids beforehand but he was, uh, well, he was black. That makes a difference in a city. Any way we arranged that I should call in at Plaistow on my way back to Catterick at the end of the parachute continuation training course.The parachute training went well; the meeting with Miriam not quite so well.It started off OK – we were both on our best behaviour, and we had even exchanged a kiss. My mother and Vivian had gone up West to a show and a meal and wouldn't be back until gone midnight, so Miriam and I had the house to ourselves.Once again Miriam apologised for not being at home. For example, he'd cleared off the dinning room table (even polished the wood to a lusterous sheen!); set out a fancy place setting, complete with white linen napkin (not the cheap paper variety!), and he'd even set out a set of brass candle sticks with candles! Of course, the center piece was the large, dark blue soup bowl from the last time I'd been there!"Wow," I replied seeing the elaborate set up. "You went to some trouble!"Otto grinned. "I wanted to!" Thanks!" I replied, feeling my excited. Especially that particular one he has! Looks like I get to goall in with the dressing up and for our first date I know exactly whatI'm gonna wear.Wow! It's a nice hotel, it's not the Hyatt, but it's not one if thoserent by the hour dives either. Passed by this place a million times andnever thought I'd be checking in in the middle of the day to meet a man.That's something I've only read about. I've never dressed outside thecomfort of my own home before either. I mean, I wear panties and.