<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EDk3Aq4XUAAbMSK.jpg)<br/></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Berlin Sans FB;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"> Taffy Silk<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><br/>I pout, and then hiccough.<br/><br/>"A Virgin Russian? The bars here sure are more permissive than at home."<br/><br/>I turn and stare a little unsteadily at the Warcaof massif.<br/><br/>"Nope, sorry, that was too complicated. And in the way of dessert. Miss J, you're in charge, make mine a redheaded Russian."<br/><br/>I start picking at dessert. It would be a shame to let it go to waste!