<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><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Anastasia smiles at Jaclyn, rises and leaves.  It was so quick that I only made it half way out of my chair to acknowledge her departure.<br/><br/><strong>“Did you know that Nasty plays chess Jaclyn?  Quite good—has accumulated, significant points.  I almost played her to a draw and Ari, well, <em>hee-hee</em> it took him longer than normal to checkmate.”</strong>   <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;">Peter’s in payback mode over my joining in on fooling him—reporting on the chess thing.  “I was only paying half a mind to the game Peter.” <br/><br/>“I must admit she’s an intriguing woman.  Purple hair.  Our grandmother had blue hair, but that was a different time indeed.” <br/><br/>“We need you disappearing Jaclyn.  I’ve given that some thought.  I’m sure Peter has.  It can wait, but there is not an excess of time to form a solid next step.<br/></span>