<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Jarvis Driscoll - In a coffee shop 1 block away from Waxing Rhapsodic</span></strong></div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">He had chosen a corner booth and sat facing the rest of the coffee shop.  He had his espresso, a small bottle of San Pellegrino and a glass laid out like a small barrier in front of him.  Jarvis glanced around, making sure that no one was able to look at what he was about to take out of his briefcase.  From the envelope, he pulled out the photograph, sent to him by Aline Myobi.  <br/><em>Perfect</em>. He thought.  <em>Just the right qualities; beautiful, not too young... slightly...</em> He paused, trying to conjure the right word as his eyes followed the curve of her breasts, her hips. <em>...dangerous</em>.  He smirked, and nodded in appreciation at Aline Myobi's talent for fixing up the right people for the right job.  For her part, Aline knew that Jarvis Driscoll was an exacting customer ~ someone who needed attention to detail.  That's why she had approached Dorian Silver as the photographer.  Driscoll had been to the studio to look through the books, but had difficulties making up his mind, so Aline had taken the decision to help him focus it by sending information about a model she thought would meet his needs: Courtney Rivers.  <br/><br/>He looked at the accompanying resumé for Courtney.  The descriptions of her body adornments aroused his imagination.<br/>"Because I am able to."  He murmured to himself. "Well, let's hope you <em>are</em>...let's hope...you...are."  <br/>He replaced the 10 x 8 inch print and the resume back in the envelope and returned it to his briefcase.  Jarvis had something very particular in mind, and had been in touch briefly with Dorain about some equipment he wanted to involve in the shoot, and to make sure they had some idea of how it could be used.  Now he was keen to flesh out the details and ~ more importantly to Jarvis ~ arrange to meet Dorian with Courtney.<br/><br/>Jarvis fetched the Blackberry out from the inside pocket of his suit, and flicked through the address book.  As he clicked on Dorian's cellphone number, he signaled to the waitress and mouthed <em>"check, please."</em>  There was a short pause before the soft <em>brrrrrrr</em> told him his call had connected.  He had sent Dorian an email earlier in the day, hoping that he would be able to arrange for Courtney to be there to meet.  His impatience had got the better of him.  He felt his mouth start to dry with anticipation. <br/></span><br/><hr/>