<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://iv1.lisimg.com/image/5211349/389full-yasmeen-ghauri.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/>Yes, I do remember, I think. I remember Jaclyn being irrationally unreasonable and passing out, and trying to avoid Peter for some reason I never heard, and then being blown up and watching Jaclyn fly away with her new mistress. It cost me a perfectly good outfit! Does it not seem even a little bit odd that du Monde had a helicopter ready and waiting? Apparently not, and that's a bad sign for me. From what I remember, Peter had some kind of off-book involvement and Jaclyn blamed him for losing her money... it was a long time ago before she returned out of the blue.<br/><br/>I nod and coo at the outfits - she's got legs, and she's determined to show them off, something I do approve off, before checking out the lingerie she'd picked up.<br/><br/>I'm admiring some things for me, not paying too much attention to the comings and goings but watching the changing rooms. Mmm, this is cute:<br/><br/>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/15/c3/71/15c371337c3c1303d2bb96369dc0ed09.jpg)<br/><br/>Just then I get a compliment from a redhead. The hair makes me think it's Jaclyn before I realise that it isn't.<br/><br/>I turn with a smile.<br/><br/>"My glow? Jet lag, I'm afraid, and no, I am not, kind of you to say so."<br/><br/>I'm still looking in the mirror when she continues with a bombshell from the bombshell, before realising that she's followed with her hand. I turn back to her and smile again, giggling and taking her hand.<br/><br/>"Why not, indeed, miss.. du Monde? I'm Taffy. Um, you're the diamond trader, right? I've heard some good things about you, and if I may say, the descriptions don't do you justice."