<div class="floatleft"> (https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/5afc/ao49e6465nqdvqr6g.jpg) <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Anastasia<br/>___ <br/>aka Nasty Jaclyn</span></strong></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">When I return, Peter seems to have turned paler and Ari has a smirk.<br/><br/>“Your friend was dosed, taken to hell.”  I knowingly nod; they know that drugs means out of here to ‘elsewhere’.  And that is part of the plan.  The newbie whore was doing drugs and promptly whisked to another bed, the ‘elsewhere’.<br/><br/>It all fits in with the pretext.  No one is going to notice another whore freefalling to oblivion.  No one will care if she exits there.<br/><br/>I am the other part of the ‘pretext’.  I am now ‘Jaclyn’; I wonder if that’s her name or if the name is also part of the charade.  No matter I suppose.<br/><br/>Ari seems to be enjoying himself.  I wonder if he let me win the chess game.  Very calculating.<br/><br/>“What’s next?” <br/>   <br/></span><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/4474/fy1ijwqfvup45ew6g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Peter Warcaof</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">CGDA Benefactor</span></strong></div></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">It’s a good plan.  The weak link is the stay at the other place.  What happens there?  Ari has assured me that Jaclyn will end up where we want her, that she’ll have disappeared and we will join her.  <br/><br/>We’re joined by the new Nasty.  Her question is to the point and I very much want the next to be extremely fast.  I won’t feel comfortable until Jaclyn is back, no longer in harm’s way.<br/><br/></span><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/0d06/edp7l4ylbdz97uv6g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Ari Warcaof </span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Businessman <br/>(of sorts) </span></strong></div></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">This is better than I thought.  Nasty has turned herself into a rather good faux Jaclyn.  “Hello Jaclyn.” <br/><br/>“The next is that the three of us secretly leave here.  There is no doubt that du Monde has eyes on your house.  Either Amanda and Danai, or snitches.” <br/><br/>“At some point, with what looks like our escape, they’ll try to take you—take who they think is their Jaclyn or whatever they call her.  Wrong package for them and we’ll just act like we’re on a lark with a sophisticated madame of a whore house.” <br/><br/>I keep it straightforward and choose not to color the lark.  Peter is tense, very.<br/><br/>“So any questions Jaclyn?” <br/><br/>She shakes her head no.  Peter is glum.  “So, we’re ready.” <br/></span>